She, like many teenagers, had been impressed with the utterly cool bad boy image when Blade had shown an interest in her the previous Saturday night... He had bought her a soft drink at the little shop in the mall and she had failed to notice as he had slipped a few drops from the small bottle that he kept in his pocket, into her drink. An hour later, he led her, stumbling and disoriented, into the gang's clubhouse. Suzy's virginal white brassiere and panties had been striped from her . ‘Spread you legs baby……..’ Moving her legs so that they were more than shoulder length apart she waited, her nipples throbbing under his tight pinch, her groin starting to moisten in anticipation. ‘Wider baby….’ Balancing on the high heels, feet wide apart, feeling vulnerable she closed her eyes as Mitch’s right hand left her nipple and burrowed inside the black thick tights she wore under the baggy sweater that hung half way down her thighs. Slipping inside her pants his finger found her hard. She gathered herself and answered back, "I don't know. My mom called and..."Harshly he interjected, "Stop right there. You don't know? Mari, that's what a child would say. You forgot all about the prescriptions when your 'mommy' called. Nice, real nice. And what kind of pleasant things did she say about me this time?" he asked incredulously. "Never mind, I really don't care to know."Exasperated, Dylan yelled, "Damn it Mari you have to let go of her fucking apron strings. Her constant. She took my hand and pulled me into her condo. I pushed the door closed with a foot. She didn’t let go but brought me into the kitchen. She sat me down at the kitchen table and poured coffee into my cup after I removed the lid. “Do you need sugar or creamer?”“No, but thanks.”“Do you like French toast?”“Yes. I do.”“Good. That’s what’s on the menu. Would you halve the cantaloupe and put half in the bag. That half goes back into the fridge. Cut the other half in half again and scoop it. The trash.