"Where's he from?" asked Sammy. "Somewhere in California I reckon. Says he was some sort of fighterbefore he moved here. You know, that MMA stuff.... "Where those guys kick and punch each other upside the head and rollaround on the ground?" asked Sammy. "Yeah...something like that." Sniffed Dale. He really didn't likeSammy's interest in Dwayne. "Looks pretty gay if you ask me, but hey,different strokes for different folks." "Does he have any openings? I've actually been looking for a. A moan escaped my throat as our mouths opened and came together. Our hands were wandering all over each other's' bodies and we felt so whole again now that we were in the same room. His rough hands stopping at each nipple, taking them between his thumb and finger. He latched on and twisted them playfully, our tongues twirled together. I reached up and undid the first couple of buttons on his shirt. He pulled my tiny pink nubs hard enough to make me moan again. This really opened the flood gates. “It wasn’t entirely your fault that you were bad. I neglected to tell you my rules,” he said. He disappeared from her sight. She listened, as he once again rummaged through a cabinet. She got a close up view of an oddly shaped root and a paring knife. Her eyes connected with his, as he sat down and picked up the root. It looked like a hand with five, long fingers. As he peeled and carved it, the scent of ginger filled her nostrils. “This is a ginger root. It is said that ginger calms an upset. You both have our numbers if you need either of us," said mom."Thanks mom and thanks dad, I'm sure I am just worrying about nothing, it's just the unknown of it all." Sophie, you are over thinking things again. I think you need to take time to just start living life. It is good that you study hard and like to understand things better. But as you found with Amy, you have missed certain aspects of growing up, maybe when you find some friends and start to live a little as a teenager should, you.