I mean, who would become someone’s girlfriend, when they don’t even know them.“Good morning babe,” she greets me standing on her toes and givi...g me a kiss on the lips. “Walk me to class?”“Sure,” I say, I’ve never had a girlfriend before so I don’t know what to say or how to act. “Let me get my books.”I get my books, turn around to see Eddie and Julie standing there with shit-eating grins on their faces. I give them the shut-the-fuck-up look, which doesn’t work.“Congratulations, you two,” Julie. She stopped when she'd reached the door, admiring some of the new drawings he'd made recently. 'For such an young boy', she thought, 'he sure got some good drawing skills...' She grinned when she thought about some of his... other... skills. Even though he wasn't that experienced - yet - he sure knew how to do certain things right. She absolutely loved having him between her legs! With some help from his dear old mom, he would without a doubt become a wonderful lover for whoever he decides to. She was practically at the end of the road when a boy on a bicycle wentspeeding past her and she recognised him at once as the newspaperdelivery boy she'd met on the train and again seen in the corner shop afew days before. Her inquiring mind observed him carefully as he swungoff into an alley at the rear of the place that employed him, andinstinctively she followed the same route and found the bicycle pushedup against a wall in a small, bland windowless yard. Obviously it was asafe little nook. My name is Ryan Underwood. I live in the cul-de-sac just up the ridge through the woods.”The woman glared at him and her icy tone seemed to melt some. “Sorry I scared you, I haven’t rode this trail in years. I just was startled to find someone down here.“I come down here quite a bit in the summertime,” he responded back.“I’m just glad that someone is getting some use out of this old clearing again. My name is Rebecca Johnson, Becky for short. I own the horse farm down river from here.”She.