Johansonand his niece were making their way to the parking lot and not the busstop. Jordan stopped walking. "Well, this is where my bus leaves from,"J...rdan said.Mr. Johanson and Rebecca just stood there staring at Jordan."You really don't think we're putting you on a bus with all these bags,do you?" Mr. Johanson replied.Rebecca made a "You should know better" face."Of course not," Jordan replied in his head. Jordan was too tired toargue so he just went along with them. "Thank you, I really. " That's something else I've always wanted to do," he said, sitting up."You're very good at this," moaned Carly. She was on her back, her knees bent and lying flat on opposite sides of Craig, who was between them. She was, at the same time, both relaxed and tense. Her fingers were teasing and squeezing her nipples as he worked on her.Again, the fact that he had experienced what a girl's body felt during this activity was of significant aid to him in performing much better than he would have. "You certainly can, Jane," he says, his voice strangely rough, as if there was a double meaning behind what he said. I cringe slightly at the thought of what the double meaning can be and take a step back as he gets closer. He looks me up and down, and licks his lips appreciatively, thinking that he is being discreet. Strangely, being checked out by Mr. Whyte makes my body react in a way that only happens when Jared looks my way. "Jane, my dear, it seems I have lost your report that you left on. "I heard you were more than friends. I heard she threw herself at you over at Raisin's house the other day." Who'd you hear that from?" I asked, sipping from my latest beer."Lonnie," she said. "He said you were pretty smooth about it too."I smiled at her, staring into her eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I said. "Debbie and I flirted a little but nothing more than that. You know how rumors are around here." Yeah," she said, tossing down her smoke and crushing it under the toe.