"What's on your mind?"She was still looking around. Janet is not the type who can move about unobserved. Tall, with wavy red hair and green eyes, a pr...etty freckled face and a body that was just curved enough to be very enticing, she looked adorable. She was a cheerleader, and bouncing around in her uniform she was enough to distract the fans and the players alike from the game. True to form, she was dating the quarterback of the football team, an unlikable jock named Roger Finch. Finch had. Brie was thankful that the drive felt so much more normal than the last time she was in the car. She didn’t feel the intensity of the vibrations and the way the seatbelt came around her chest didn’t bother her. She leaned back into the seat and exhaled. Her mind drifted off to her classmates. She wondered what they were saying about her. Had she really played with herself in class? Had she really kissed Mr. Ivarson? She had never even kissed a boy her age before. She was so unsure what had. I was hoping that she was going to bring him home. I have this fantasy about her bringing a guy home while I'm asleep and starting to play around with him in our bed and waking me up.This is what she has in mind when she offered the ride. He pointed to his house and she drove by and said, "Why don't we go to my house? My husband will be ok with it." He said Ok, I'm down" (Duh, of course he was)I hear the door open a and the foot steps. It only sounds like her fuck me boots and I'm a little. " Great choice," Hildy said, "I suppose if I have to choose..." Personally, I'd rather have a beer. I never drink that garbage," Jim said. "Follow me."He led her to the third floor of the fraternity house where there were brothers' rooms. In the connecting hallway there was an old soft drink machine."Name your poison," Jim said. "Bud or LaBatts," I guess Budweiser," Hildy said.Jim put a quarter into the slot and bottle fell onto the rubber pad in the opening of the machine. There was a bottle.