I suggested the back row and she seemed quite happy with that and soon after the lights went down I had my hand on her thigh. She didn’t stop me and...I was soon sliding her skirt up stroking her thigh. She seemed engrossed in the film but to my surprise she opened her legs allowing me to get to the top. I gasped, she chuckled quietly; the randy bitch had no panties on.What had been intended as a casual grope had now given me a raging hard on and it was trapped in my trousers. Her eyes still. She talked to Cindy. Dana. Susan. Left Beck out for a while, then talked to her when Beck got the news via Terri’s best friend Rachel. And she talked to Dana.And Dana’s great-grandmother. Who laid down the law. Of course, since Terri’d talked to Cindy and the gang, she knew in detail what the law said about twelve year old girls and twenty-two year old men and it was frightening enough.Mizz Lee, though, honorable teacher to the girls, laid it out in terms of love and caring and endurance. So. "We weren't," she said, easily."That wasn't an accident, Caitlin," I said."I changed my mind." You know this complicates things." No it doesn't. Not really."We were talking softly. We had to, seeing as how the Hendersons might be lined up next door, ears cocked. The noises she'd given out hadn't sounded very pain-filled to me. Then again, Jenny hadn't interacted with Kat all that much, like you might have expected. The boys both had their heads buried in electronic devices. But Jenny had spent. She snatched up her bag.We walked arm in arm through the late afternoon sun. Our bank was only the other side of the plaza but I enjoyed the short walk. The manager welcomed us into his office and one of the bank's slave-girls served coffee.The manager wiped his brow, asked Patricia's permission to divulge information regarding her debts. She nodded, happy that I was going to pay them off for her. He opened a folder and slid a sheet of headed paper over to me.Even at fifty per cent, it was.