Spike's hands found Buffy's buttocks, and hesqueezed them firmly.Again, Buffy broke away."Now what?" Spike demanded, frustrated and angry."We go insid...," Buffy said."It's almost dark. No one can see us." There's a streetlight not thirty feet away, the porch light's on, andpeople can see us."Spike shrugged. Humoring her, he started toward her house."Not inside my house!" Buffy protested. She took his hand in hers,leading him away.Spike shook his head. He'd never understand women, not if he. "Quit it!" we declared in unison. Before long she stood up and announced her horizontal intentions."I'll be generous and take the tiny room." I was on my feet in an instant. "No way, I insist. Let me be the gentleman." Bob's room was the one he and Dad had shared growing up. Historically, in our lifetimes, Dad and Mom always claimed the pull-out sofa. Cassie's tiny old room was proclaimed Siberia. The luckier of us two got to sleep in the big bed with Grandma, even when grumbly old Grandpa was. ” She then stood at the end of my desk and lowered her panties to the floor and handed them to me saying, “Put mine in there too.”At my house Christie showed Sharon around and then they went into my bedroom, undressed, and called me in. Christie said, “Sharon is a virgin too but she broke her hymen with a carrot a couple of months ago. Anyway she gets to go first.” I was under the impression that I didn’t have anything to say about it.Sharon was also fourteen but she looked older and she filled. But the next time will be sooner than that, 'cause we cut it considerably shorter today on account of not wanting to keep you waiting. We were good for another twenty minutes! Weren't we Sammy!" At least that. I'd have liked even longer, but Gloria's too frail." Who are you calling frail, you bitch. Outside! I'll show you who's frail!"Mrs FitzWalter returned to reading a magazine and sipping gin and tonic and the sound of combat on the lawn was resumed. She looked up at the clock every now and.