She muttered something about a Michael and then covered her head with her arms, as if blocking something. Again he shook her, the effort rewarded with...more fearful murmurs. ‘Jessie, wake up!’ His voice hoarse and a lot sharper than he’d meant it to be, but he watched her open her eyes and his heart started to settle. Her gaze was glazed over and her sobs still came at an alarming rate and she looked at him as if he were a monster. Voice thick and tearful, she reached up and cupped his face in. Thompson from down the street stopped to ask me if I was running away with a laugh, I told him about going to spend the summer with my father as I noticed his eyes dropping down between my legs. The sundress I wore was kinda short, and with my legs uncrossed I wondered if he could see my white panties. Just after he told me to have fun, and drove off Daddy pulled up, and I was at the driver's door of his car before he shut it off. When he was out of the car I lept into his arms for a hug as I. He’s taken it one step over the edge. I was put out by his telling me what color panties he wanted, the thought of him fantasizing about me, even the shaving of my private parts, but this, this was too much. I thought of myself standing there in front of him, wearing a little pair of bikini panties, shaved bare between my legs, feeling a Santa Anna breeze rippling under my light cotton sundress, making eye contact and him knowing, just knowing I was so aroused that I could hardly breathe. I. I nervously play with the chain around my neck as the credits appear on screen and the soundtrack begins to play. For a blissful hour and a half it is just him and I suspended in a world of our own and despite reality waiting for us outside the doors, for now, we have sought an escape that only we share. Out of the corner of my eye I see him shuffle in his seat, our bare knees brush and then he is still, my smooth leg against his hairy one. I can feel his eyes on my face, I glance round and see.