Lynette sat up on her haunches and motioned for Lisa to do the same. She then asked our friends, “Can you block their view of us, please?” My thre... girlfriends, the members of Shania’s and our Jazz Band quickly encircled our little huddle.Sammy knew what Lynette wanted Lisa to do, so she said, “Okay, Bricky, off with that sweatshirt.” She didn’t wait for Lisa to lift her sweatshirt as she reached and tugged the purple fleece top up over her breasts and head after Lisa raised her arms.“Let’s see. But I have trouble walking on a flat surface without tripping. Mom keeps promising me that I will grow out of it but I haven't yet.All of that adds up to my freak/geek/nerd status in high school. Which means no girls. And at sixteen, girls were on my mind a lot. Actually to be truthful, sex with girls was on my mind. But that required a date. And again, my status in the high school circles was lower than whale shit. So other than a few really ugly girls that weren't going to have sex with me. It was incredible. There was pain. There was relief at the realization that no serious damage had been done, because of the kind of pain she felt, mixed with how good what he was doing felt.And then there was just the simple fact of human contact. A man's hands were mauling her flesh ... and caressing her flesh ... and those hands were only inches away from her sexual core.She changed the focus of her eyes, to her breasts, which she'd been looking past, to watch what he was doing. Those dents. You can wear shorts when you are out running errands, but not slacks. You'll be given a list of what you can and cannot wear later on. For now, you just need to have a general idea of what's expected of you."My heart sank. Miniskirts? Oh, God, help me... I shifted on the hard plastic bench. "Is this getting to be too much for you, dearest wife?" I shook my head no. I realize I hadn't said much -- nothing -- as the two men began telling me of their agreement, but that's to be expected. I was in.