“What’s up Jesse?” I asked, sneaking peeks up and down his body without trying to be too obvious. I couldn’t help my eyes from lingering a bit...too long on his groin, seeing a nice bulge that seemed effortful for his jeans to contain. “My father is gone and I can’t get my car started. Any way you can come over and give me a jump?”Of course I told Jesse yes, putting on my shirt. I told him to hop in my car as we made our way over to his house. In the brief time it took us to get there we chatted. ‘Yep. And a whole lot more!’ the girl chuckled, then moved on with her story. ‘After about six or seven months, Mom knew that I needed more than female companionship and let me bring a guy home, but with one condition…’ She paused and stared out across the lake, as if reflecting on the moment. ‘You should have seen the look on his face when he found out Mom was going to be present when he screwed me,’ she laughed. ‘The next time I brought him home, Mom joined in and he got to do both of us.’ . Of course there were heavier thoughts on her mind than passing as a genetic girl in her old village, but those were going to have to wait until she'd put some distance between her and her past.She checked her watch and noticed it was half three. Originally she'd planned to spend the night in a motel and make the drive back in the morning, but if she drove straight through now she could be back in Derby before midnight. She'd be exhausted by the time she got there, but save for Prue or Jenna's. Come on, we are headed to the bonfire."Carl was my best friend of 20 years and is 5 years older than I am. We had grown up together in California and left when we both got a job at an oil refinery in the south. He was 6 feet tall and skinny as a rail, his meager 150 lbs covered in tattoos. He had been going bald for years and had taken to shaving his head every few days. Though most people wouldn't find him intimidating, he had a mean streak in him and was stronger than he looked.My name is.