"I got more and more uncomfortable with the situation. "Look, I'd really rather not talk about it." That's fine," she said. "I didn't come to talk." W...at DID you come to do?" I asked -- but I knew the answer. "Uh, look, Honey -- you're STILL fifteen, and that makes you jailbait. What good does it do me to be your hero if to everyone else I'm a sex offender?" It'll be fine -- I'll close the curtains. Besides, you already took my cherries, remember? Like, two of three? It's a little. ” Checking that they weren’t being overheard, she continued. “Do you know that most of them are sleeping with him, I should feel scandalised? But all I see is love and devotion.”“I can’t argue with you, Jon has challenged me. He has spoken with respect for my belief’s but has sought that I have actually understood some of the meanings within the bible. I can only acknowledge that he applies a lot of those things within his life. As hard as I try, I can’t see anything that he has said or shown. These females do that you know, scream and shout, smash things and then end up bawling their eyes out before going sullen for days on end. Figure that if you can.Anyway, I thought she might like a bit of company, so I just sat there for hours, just watching her. Some time later, she sat up; her eyes were red and puffy from all the crying. She dug out a box from under her bed and started to look at the pictures inside. It started her off again, bawling and sitting on the floor. So I sort of sat. Lauren smiled through the building desire. “May I take off the blindfold?”“Not quite yet. I want you to show me where you want me to touch you.” It was his last small act of being the lead for the night. And he knew it.Lauren let her hands fall from her breasts to her hips; her hips that writhed with more emphasis in every roll.She bent forward, her hands gliding down her outer thighs. Fingers spread as her head dropped, allowing her hair to create a dark curtain of mystery.Then she rose..