Derek reached over to bump fists and the other girls smiled and waved.“Yo, Leo. What’s the 411, man? I heard that you mixed it up with the Martins... again, and like a dozen other guys. You look pretty good for single-handedly taking on a whole football team.” Derek said, laughing.I just rolled my eyes. “I really don’t want to get into it, you know? Cops, lawyers, a lady DA. I think I am just going to keep my head down for a while.”“Come on, man! So many stories going around, but no one seems to. My back arches and my hips lift, my legs now wrapped around your waist, my body begging, desperate for yours, for that beautiful blue-veined cock I had the brief pleasure of knowing earlier. I note, with vague interest, that you are not dreaming of kissing me on the lips. Perhaps you have never had the pleasure of a mortal woman, or perhaps I am a prostitute or some other unfortunate creature clinging to the edges of human society, not deemed worthy of your kiss. It matters not to me, as. If you meet a woman named Samantha tonight, avoid her at all costs. She will ruin your life, our life together. I love you."Ryan didn't get the message. He lay beside Samantha, as she undressed. Her body was magnificent. Not one ounce of fat on her frame."You have an amazing body, love." he said."Yes, I know. I've worked hard to get it and I work hard to keep it. You know, you could have a body like this too."Ryan giggled. "I'd look kinda silly looking like that. Besides, I'd miss my private. Kathy herself was only seventeen that summer, but knew with her resilience she would not only give birth but she would manage to bring her baby into a world of love as her parents had given her. Kathy's parents met at Woodstock in 1969 on Yasgur's Farm, where she was conceived; in an embrace of love and peace, and brought up in a world of unconditional love and understanding; so her baby would too. Her mom, Anne Barkley was 21 and a recent grad from Mt Holyoke, an all girls' school. Anne was.