"What?" How old are the two of you?" We're... we're eighteen," the girl finally answered."Bullshit," Anthony laughed. "You're definitely not eighteen.... Seventeen," Bobby answered defiantly, daring the older man to contradict him. Anthony saw Christine give a quick glance to her brother, looking away as she noticed Anthony staring at her."Christine?" he asked. The girl refused to answer at first, but finally gave in under his steady gaze."Bobby's almost seventeen and I turned sixteen last. I still didn't really believe that she'd actually let him--well, my God!Then she sang out, "Finish your drink, count three, and come on in, baby. Bozo rides again!"The dog was making a hell of a racket. I could hear him slurping and snuffling as if he was lapping up his dinner-dish. And then I came through the doorway and my eyes popped out. It was even crazier than I'd expected. Vivian had stripped right down to practically nothing--all she had on was her bra and garter-belt. She was sprawled. Before he realized it, the class was over and they all left the room. John's next class, English Comp, was in the next building, so he headed down the stairs and out into the hot mid-day sun. He crossed the open area and entered the other building. His class was located on the second floor. He took a seat in the back and was again pleasantly surprised when a couple of minutes later, the tall well-built blonde once again entered the room. This time seeing him, she smiled and sat down next to. "What if she found out you were fucking every little tart that came into this store?"I shrugged. I love Amy. We had fairly regular sex but it was hard because of our schedules. She's a manager at a Burger Stop, which was okay when I was working at a different Burger Stop, but, when I got fired, I went to 7-Eleven and everyone starts on the night shift. I had a lot of time on my hands and the night shift afforded a lot of opportunities to meet women of easy virtue. Especially after the bars.