I ignore him and carry on drinking. Dennis sighs heavily and takes a seat on the stool beside me. Great. He's going to lecture me again. His precious ...ittle brother Steve can't fight his own battles. "Listen Dennis...Let me stop you right here. I don't need a "talking to." Your brother is a fucking douche-bag. He has been for months, so if you're going to sit here and tell me what an asshole I am, you better leave. Right now." Dennis nods as if to say he understands but he doesn't leave. . . then finally headed to Shawn’s bedroom, supposedly to go to sleep.As we lay there in the dark, him on his bed, and me in a sleeping bag on the floor, I started a general conversation about stupid stuff, then steered the conversation towards girls and which of our classmates he liked… Which ones he found attractive and, ultimately, the girls he’d like to do things with.We talked for a few hours, well into the night when everyone else in his house was asleep.Now, in my mind, I was directing. But I did not know so I made his little mind more demented and perverted the more we spoke and the more I needed to confide in him. Since he had turned me down about us being together and I am not a woman who can go long with out sex. I started the date lines again and running the web trying to satisfy my quirks and needs well when broken seen that he came back running apologizing and wanting me back and since the sex was so good and he knew how to make me tick I went for it and of coarse i. The scent of her perfume – White Shoulders, I later discovered – still stays with me as I recount my adolescent experience. Then she slid back, picked up the deck of cards, and we silently started a new game, shortly before my Dad and her husband returned. The trip back to the building site was quiet and uneventful. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her shapely legs…which extended all the way up to that sublime, panty-covered haven that she’d flashed during her impulsive striptease. Maxine won all.