I tracked down the last known address for him, and phoned directories, just in case they had a number for his home. Shit, they did - I heard the voic... telling me the number, and the pen in my hand was actually writing it down. Stupid stupid, put the phone down.I sat, on the hardwood floor for a while, cramp in my legs, and doubt drowning my head.I should just call, if he is there, the worst thing he can do is hang up!I dialled the number and waited, the phone was ringing, oh, what if a woman. "It was a hug. Girls do that. Get your mind outta the gutter!"Three men blushed and mumbled their protests but Janet grinned."Les, Kyles, don't you know why those boneheads gape at you? That duet was so god-damned awesome, we got the shivers. Can you try again? Kyles, you can do that a half octave higher, can't you? Come on, guys, let's give them some music!"Thirty minutes later they sat around listening to the playback. Even Kylie was impressed at how well she and Leslie harmonized. Leslie. "Okay, but if I get raped and killed, you'll have to answer to Auntie Jean." She started to stomp off into the trees. The thought popped into my mind that it should be Paul having this conversation. She was his 'shirt tail cousin' (to use one of my mom's expressions), not mine.I looked again and saw that Paul, as usual, was already beginning to get sauced. I hoped he saved some of those bottles for me. "Tina!" She stopped and half tuned. "I'll come along," I said, pulling the trunk lid down to. I was undersized for my age, in every category, from my height, muscles, and my cock. I was skinny, pale skinned, with long white blonde hair and from time to time was mistaken for being a girl from behind. Needless to say, I wasn't very athletic besides being good at running. I had to be because I was an easy target for getting beat up. I wasn't tough, all it took was one punch and I was down for the count. So my dilemma began when I watched my first porn at a friend's house during a.