”Stacy said, “I’ll be sixteen in three months if you can wait that long.”I replied, “Sorry, but the minimum age of consent in this state is ...eventeen.”Ginger finally got her voice back and said, “What if we all did it and swore never to tell another living soul?”Heather and Stacy both chimed in with, “Yeah, all of us, and we won’t tell anyone.”I replied, “I need time to think about this. You girls do your thing and I’ll order us a pizza in a meanwhile.”When the pizza arrived I put it in the. While I had rarely been in these parts, I knew the basic lay of theland well enough not to get lost and enjoy the trip as an impromptu,not-too-exciting adventure. No monster, human villain or spacetimedistortion was chasing me, and I had no fixed schedule to keep to, so Iwas free to tarry if I wanted.The sun had passed its highest point in the sky when the park,officially County Roadside Park Commemorating John B. Gatch, came intoview from behind a curve. Its attraction had been irresistible to. 'What do you think girls', she was toying with him, her toes touching his scrotum and sliding up until his cock lay under the sole of her foot.She had a glassy look in her eyes, he by contrast, had a look of absolute fear, and he had every right too, as Sandra lent forward, crushing him hard against the floor, as if she was stubbing out a cigarette.The sense of power she must have felt, I know I was wet watching her, and I am sure all the girls were getting off on this.Someone shouted, 'Fuck. She said she had invested some money – mine? I wondered – in the fledgling stock market, both here and more lucratively in the southern bourse in HCMC, and she was here to just check on things with her broker. She had always been a canny businesswoman, even with only schooling to end of primary level, before having to leave and help her mother to earn a meagre living for them both – her father having run off when she was born – and, had we still been married and had I still had my old job and.