And I’m sure she thinks about me the same way. Is that love or infatuation? What’s the difference? Is there a difference?“Love is forever, Johan...a,” said Mom, reading my mind as she so often did. “Infatuation is for the here and now. Today Sabine is crazy about you. But tomorrow it may be another girl. Or another boy.”“Another boy?” I asked.“Of course, cherie. I’ve seen the way she looks at men. Haven’t you?”“No.”“Well, put your realism glasses on the next time you’re with her. She looks at men. She was getting lots of stares.She was with Jimmy Patterson, the biggest stud football player on the team. Jimmy's arm was around her waist and he held a beer in the other hand. He steered her through the crowd and the guys all whistled their appreciation. "Hey, Jimmy, who's the new gash?" or, "Jimmy! Primo piece, man! Primo!"One certain girl wasn't too happy though. That was Patty, the girl Jimmy had nailed the day before meeting Tiffany. She had put out a pretty fair fuck for him and she had. “We believe we know who did this. And we’re almost certain her place of employment was hit as well.”“How can you be certain of this?” The cop asked skeptically. “It’s a long story, but I assure you we are correct.”“Give me the name of the alleged person involved in this particular break in. I’ll put it in my notes and he will be looked into. Also, I need the name and address of her employer so that I may check into that.” The officer wrote as Jacob told him all the information he could. “And. I traced one fingertip up your inner thigh, and your legs fell open before it. Onwards, upwards, tugging the hem of your dress away before finally resting my finger on your mound. The soft satin of your panties did nothing to hide your arousal, they were warm and damp and I could trace the outline of your lips through the sheer material. Pressing harder with my finger, I could feel the hard bud of your clit through them, and I began to rub. The friction of my finger, coupled with the minute.