He can find a fire beforeit starts to flame.That’s why they call him Smokey,That was how he got his name.ROSE/ISABEL(Alternative lines)You can take ... tip from Smokeythat there’s nothin’ like a tree.‘cause they’re good for kids to climbIn and they’re beautiful to see,you just have to look around youand you will find it’s not a joke,to see what you’d be missing’if they all went up in smoke.This time the girls spun Smokey in a circle getting back in time.THE OTHERSSmokey the Bear,Smokey the. On my way, I texted CJ.OK. Gate is open. Come to the back. I'm in the pool house. Just look for my 330! LOLDressed for dinner. But I brought workout stuff and a swimsuit.Good. See you in a few!The driveway (or two-lane road) from the gate of Shale Rock to the main house launched about a million butterflies from my stomach. Of course, the house was impressive. But I wasn't just a teenage girl who's in awe of such opulence. I really liked this guy... before I knew anything about his wealth. It. I would always try to replace the items as quickly as Icould. Sometimes I would wash them and return them to their rightfulplace, other times I would just put them in the laundry and hope thatnobody would realise.But one time, I was not careful enough. I had got complacent, taken toomany things, and kept them in my room for too long. I arrived home fromschool one afternoon, and the moment my mother summoned me into thekitchen, I knew that I'd screwed up, and that things could never be thesame. We broke the kiss only for a moment as we tore each other’s shirt off, and then Michael was on me, slipping his tongue into my mouth and crushing me to him. My harden nipples crushed into his chest as our tongues dueled. Michael’s weight caused me to fall back on to the couch, pulling him down on top of me. My legs opened up, flanking his hips as we kissed. I could feel his penis against my heat, separated from my moistness only by the thin, sopping wet fabric of my panties. It had softened.