They knew I'd do almost anything if they dared me. One ofthem, maybe Rob, had some magazines he'd got from his brother. They werejust soft-core real...ly, but we'd read the letters out in silly voices andI'd be like, "Oh yeah, I know all about that." We'd get drunk and foolaround. I used my hands and my mouth on them and, you know, it seemedquite normal.And when I was fifteen, that'd be a year and a half ago now, I got intoschool and found someone had written "SLUT" on my locker door in bigblack. She undid the button on her pants and pulled the zipper down. She rolled her pants down to her ankles and kicked the pants off. She was touching herself. He wiped his forehead with the back of his hand. ‘Damn baby,’ his voice was low and husky. She continued rocking and grinding her hips as she pulled off her blouse. She tossed it on his face. He inhaled deeply as the scent of perfume took over his senses. He gasped when he pulled her blouse off his face. She had her bra in her hand. The only. ’ ‘Yeah, but you ain’t, and if I was single and that girl looked at me the way she looks at you…’ He made an obscene movement with his hips that got his point across. ‘Real classy, pal,’ Luke said dryly. ‘What are you, a fucking priest? Ask her out already!’ Mack persisted. ‘Then you can tell me how wild she is in bed.’ Luke smiled and shook his head. ‘A gentleman never tells. But then, you wouldn’t know about being a gentleman, would you?’ ‘Hell, no!’ Mack said with a shit-eating grin. Luke. How did he get into this situation? My God. what is that perfume? No, don't move your butt like that! The backs of her legs were touching his, and he could tell that they were uncovered. Certainly she has worn panties to bed, he thought, almost panic stricken.Bob tried to put his top arm in between them, as a physical barrier, but whenever the slightest gap existed between them, she would move closer and the gap would disappear immediately. Bob was fighting himself to not become excited by her.