"I - uh - forgot my books," I stammered. Her eyes darted this way and that, flicking back to me, then scampering aside.I stood on the stairs, about si... steps up, one foot on the next step down from the other, hand on the railing. I was that aware of how I was standing! "It's okay to look. I've been stared at by at least half the school at this point," I reminded her.She was blushing. "Oh, okay - uh - sorry. Your staff - uh, stuff - is in the kitchen."Ignoring her Freudian slip, I advanced down. Since the blond hair was created, courtesy of Clairol, she hid the 'giveaway' by shaving her pubes clean, to keep 'em guessing.As she was a transferee, Kitty was treated as a rookie at cheerleader camp.This suited her fine, since she had heard the rumors and couldn't wait for camp to end.It had never dawned on Kitty just how many black men (as a percentage) were playing college football versus how few black women (likewise) were on cheerleading squads!She was soon faced with the very real. Again I follow her into her efficient kitchen. She has a Kruger Coffee maker with numerous varieties of coffee pods.“Would you like to sit in the kitchen or would you be more comfortable in the living room? That sofa is actually comfortable.”I want to say, I would be comfortable sitting anywhere as long as I was close to her. My eyes keep drifting to the valley between her breasts, so dark, so interesting so magnetizing.Avery directs me to seat on the right side, thus it has me expecting her to. Todd was as old as Casey and Casey found him to be immature. He did stupid things that made Casey roll her eyes. He acted super dumb around their friends.One evening, Casey was bored. One of her friend’s sisters, told the girls about a website she had found. It was a dating/chatting app. Brenda, Casey’s friend’s sister, told them she was chatting up some nice men. She even had a meeting with some guy. She told the girls how he bought her nice things in exchange for sex.The girls were.