Then, slowly she opened her mouth a little and started to kiss him. He didn't kiss back but she held the kiss for a few seconds. Then she spoke agains... his mouth. "Kiss back, Ben. Kiss the way you have wanted to kiss me. I won't be angry."Ben was excited. This is going well. He kissed her, not hurriedly but equally slowly as she had kissed him. Peggy kissed back. They now kissed each other. "Hmmm..." she moaned. Then she broke the kiss."There, I have kissed you and you have kissed me. It's. ”“Hello, I’m Miranda,” she says, smiling back.As the luxury bus slides into the Bangkok night to head north, Matilda places a flat red pillow that she always travel with for her head on the back of the seat and takes the thin blanket out of it plastic bag. It’s going to be a bloody cold air-conditioned ride, as usual.Before settling in, Miranda walks to the toilet at the back of the bus and slips off her flimsy pink bikini underwear from under her cool cotton skirt. She always sleeps naked, and. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fiction. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Action: Hormonally charged fourteen and fifteen-year-old high school freshmen. Peer pressure abounds. Everything is. So she taught him to never mess with her again.Unsuccessfully. She just didn't get it. How was he still smiling, the next day, talking to Carly, glaring at his newest bully, as if daring her to try that again?So, the moment the two were left alone, she did it again.One would think that Samantha Puckett would love her very own punching bag that kept coming back, ready to be hit once more. A moving target was always fun, but if it always moved towards you like a magnet? That was her.