"John, What's up man?" I heard the person say. I recognized the voice immediately. It was Steve, John's cousin on his mother's side. I remembered him ...rom childhood. Steve spent some of his summers with John too. Steve stepped in to the living room and I was taken aback by his looks. He stood about 6 foot tall, black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He favored John a little and was the same age. I stared for a moment when he looked over at me. Surprised he said, "Jenna" and smiled. Steve walked. Same bus, same time, I got on with a girl whose reputation was that of a “Loose” girl because she supposedly had fucked one of the popular guys, a football player. I thought she was pretty and I felt bad for her because I could tell she suffered that Scarlet Letter she invisibly wore. Things were so judgmental in parochial school, truly and so stuck up. No wonder I hated that.So finally one day I asked her if I could sit in the seat next to her and she smiled, “Yes.” I sat and we talked after. Mom had asked if we wanted to date her on occasions like we did Mom and we both answered with an enthusiastic yes. When asked how often we'd do it, Beth spoke for both of us and said only occasionally since we didn't want to encroach into both our date nights and Mom's time with her so, for now we'd just play it by ear. One major thing I also remember from Sunday night was Mom keeping her promise to Darla to finish what she had started. So, after our little chat, Mom had set me on the edge of. Slipping inside, Lauren practically ran into a stall and locked herself in. Whenever she planned to see Peter, she would almost always wear either a dress or a skirt and blouse. She also would wear her prettiest lingerie, not the industrial strength garb she wore around home. Today she had worn sheer thigh-top stockings, a black thong, and a lacy little black bra with cups that folded in for a half-cup look. Quickly stripping off the dress, she hurriedly stuffed it into the bag her shoes had.