He is the quarterback on the high schoolfootball team.When he is around he laughs at me when I stutter and trip over nothing.He likes to make me more ...uncomfortable, like the last time he was over.I was serving drinks, he took the tray from me and said, "Gimme thatsissy, now come over here and sit down."I said, "Oh Sir, I'm not allowed to sit on the furniture while I'm inuniform." Then don't sit on the furniture, sit here," he said, as he pointed tohis lap.I knew I must do what I was told. So I. "Wha'cha talkin' 'bout, shrimp??" Biff blurted aloud. "Whatkinda shit you pissin'?" "No shit. Just ask her." My heart deflated and fluttered with dismay. "Let's go, Biff--" "Wait a mo'! He's bullshittin', right? Right??" I sank into the bucket seat. "Er......a--little." "Mean 'a little'?" "Mean.. I'm not--thirteen." He sighed. "Thank god!" I managed to squeak out a contrite smile. "Next year?..." Biff's hand leaped off my leg like a hot iron. "Jesus--!!" Kevin quietly opened my door and I hated. “She’s so. . . perfect,” was all he could manage. And Max could not disagree—they had done themselves proud with this one.The girl had amber hair whose tresses slipped over her bare shoulders. Her face was oval-shaped, her lips large with just the right amount of pouting sensuality. The LoveDoll kept her eyes downcast, the long lashes giving her a vulnerable, demure look. And her body—three months of rigorous conditioning, the attentions of some of the world’s most accomplished cosmetic. I would send Susie text messages about how horny she was making me and I would occasionally have to lock myself in the restroom to masturbate at work.When the day finally arrived, I could hardly believe it was finally here. I sent Veronica some texts and we confirmed everything was ready. She would wait near Susie’s home in a car and I would give her the greenlight for when it was time. Then late in the morning, Susie and I logged on and I could see how Susie really dolled herself up for our.