Thank you, Denny Wheeler, for volunteering to do one more proofreading edit. Any remaining errors are because of my stubborness.This is a work of fict...on. If you recognize someone, please don't tell them. Any resemblance is strictly coincidental and probably highly insulting!Place: Northern Indiana or a reasonable facsimile thereof. The places here are what I needed to make the story work and the distances do not pretend to be accurate, so draw a new map.Action: Hormonally charged fourteen and. Mmmm xWe pulled up at his flat in town and Mick pipped his horn as arranged, Mobe stepped out from the door, I was well pleased with what I saw, very hunky in his jeans and tight t shirt, his hair short and curly black, wearing a pair of cool shade. I was already in the back of our car, so in he stepped, closed the door and said hi to me ignored Mick and kissed me. I was away, his lips smacked mine and were hot and ready for more. He held me and kissed again, peeking down to my legs and said. As he frowned at the vehicle, the door to the SUV opened and a man got out. Boy, did he looked pissed. The man stalked right up to Ted and got in his face as I was getting out of the car. ‘You son of a bitch,’ he shouted at Ted. ‘Who the hell do you think you are, trying to sic the police on me, asshole? You think I tried to blow you up and got the wrong car? Screw you!’ Ted stood his ground and didn’t flip out. I can’t believe Ted kept his cool. This guy frightened the hell out of me. I. “Nothing I CAN do, really,” I said. “The house is in her name. It’s not mine to touch.”“You really think she’d be low enough to take Brad to the place she wanted you to make your own?” she asked.“That night we went to dinner, she came home and got into bed still reeking of sex with him,” I confessed. “She’s already pushed me to spend about half my nights on the sofa.” I sighed. “None of that is your problem though. How are things going for you and Martin?” I asked.“Surprisingly, things are.