Jerking her shoulder away from his touch, she pulled her knees towards her chest, and curled up into a ball on her bed. “Get away from me , just lea...e me alone!” Joy sobbed adding, “Just leave me alone! You don’t want me! You made that painfully clear! Just leave, please. I just…” she burst into tears. Joe pulled her body back towards his chest whispering, “ Shhh, I am here to stay. Baby, don’t think I don’t want you or desire you. Pulling away from you was the hardest thing I have ever had to. We killed off the bulls and cows and captured the youngest possible calves that weren't still nursing. Once captured, all but one of the males were gelded. Now see, this is where the operatic massacre part happens. That may sound like not too big a deal, but let me tell you, the difference between explaining what we were going to do to my crew of stinky morons and actually doing it is the difference between explaining a ballet, and watching the Three Stooges do Swan Lake.A couple of the bravest. My eyes kept moving towards her breast. She noticed it 2 or 3 times but she just smiled. We reached my friend’s house. We went inside. At 12 we cut the cake and everyone was getting drunk. I was having a beer.Most of them in my group were couples so they were all making out. Those single guys were trying their luck with the other girls present there. I was already turned on seeing my friends make out. I didn’t want to stay there so I moved to the terrace with 2 bottles of beer and a cigarette. She squeezed his, looking at him under her lashes. Kyle hoped he was just imagining things. He quickly finished his shake and stood up. “I have to go.” “Already?” asked Yvonne. There was genuine disappointment in her voice. “Wait!” she said when he turned her back on her. She rummaged in her bag and came out with a wrinkled piece of paper. She handed it to him. “We are having a party this Saturday. I think you should come.” Kyle received the flyer reluctantly. “Yeah, sure.” “See you,” said.