I was watching in fascination now asone after the other was shrunk and stored.A familiar sound caught my ear and I turned to watch it coming down ther...ads from the gate. She was followed by a 1978 Firebird Trans-Am. Ishook my head and looked again."A gift from the Wanderer," someone said.Before it could be loaded I rushed outside, the GTO that had led them inwas now changing shapes. But I only had eyes for the Barracuda. Lookingat the interior I saw the old scars, the damages that had been done. ”“What did you say, Lucinda?”“Oh, nothing. Never mind. Just that when I get home, I have to mend my, umm, Halloween costume.”“You have a bigger problem than that, Lucinda.”“Oh?”“It’s just that you’re walking barefoot through this trash-strewn stadium.”Lucinda looked down at her bare feet.“Oh my god, I left my boots in the ladies' room.”“Forgive a dumb question, but why would you have to take your boots off to poop?”Without thinking, Lucinda replied, “I wasn’t pooping, I was. Then a hand gently caresses your face, you twist away, your heart pounding in your chest, but the hand continues down your neck and chest, lightly brushing your nipple, it stiffens to the touch, another hand glides up your thigh and touches your clit, and again you try to pull away, but to no avail. The gravity of the situation is now hitting home as you truly realize their intentions. The weight on the bed shifts and you smell aftershave, feel warm breath on your breast and suddenly a tongue. Dont feel bad Popi, for you made me feel very special. Then she looked at me with her large brown eyes, leaned in and gave me a small kiss, but let it linger so I could feel her moist, soft lips against mine. I brought my hand up and caressed her cheek before kissing her back with passion. Our lips meshed and our tongues found the others. This was a kiss of both love and lust. My mind raced with a portion screaming that it was wrong, that Anita was a child, who trusted me to protect her. But.