I heard her shout, away from the phone, "Mark, come here!" Then she said, "I'll have George get back with you," and hung up.About two hours later, Mar... was at the front door, trailed by George. Mark had a hangdog appearance, his hands thrust into his jeans pockets, a guilty, embarrassed expression on his face, his eyes focused on some insignificant item on the ground."Go ahead, son. Tell him," prodded George.Mark wanted to look anywhere but at me. Eventually, in a very quiet and nervous voice,. ‘Oh, right, well I wanted to, last year with Stacey Corrigan, but her brother came home and we stopped in case he heard us and told their Mam.’ I replied, ‘She got knocked up by Brian Kepples just after that, so we never got a chance to try it again.’ Mrs Parslow nodded understandingly and agreed that boys can be such shits. But not Mr Parslow, he was a man who understood the needs and wants of a woman. I needn’t worry about that with him. ‘He does seem nice,’ I enthused, and sat myself on Mrs. And fuck, her stifled moans and squeaks were so beautiful he couldn't process that he was the sole impetus for them."Spencer..."He felt his stomach lurch as she peered over her shoulder at him, piercing him from behind a mess of hair."Mm, yeah?" he managed between gasps of air."Are you close?"Dry laughter from a drier throat. Did she really not know?"I've been about to come since I saw you walk in tonight..."She flashed him a look he'd seen before, one he had only associated with the. ”I hugged her again and headed home. Jennifer picked me up as planned and I filled her in on what had happened with Bethany. We had dinner with her parents and spent the evening cuddling and talking on the couch in the basement.On Tuesday, I made the trip to Erin’s house for lunch. As she had the previous time, she had lunch ready, and we sat down to eat. Once we had finished, I told her we should talk before we did anything else.“Sure! What do you want to talk about?”“Us, Erin. I need to tell.