"Cindy and Joyce both agreed with her that that was what all women needed to do, that all this meaningless sex today at school was too much. Cindy sai..., "Hell, as long as I have my hand and fingers why would I need to let some boy screw me." Joyce picked up her coke and toasted it to Cindy then to Kim "Amen sister, Amen to that! Let it be dark and my hand becomes anyone I want him to be," they both giggled. Kim laughed along, but it was more like an embarrassing laugh, which just made Cindy. It was disturbing to see such a sight for reasons more than some may suspect. It was less the fact that the door had been forced away and more the fact that I was certain it was not an approaching tornado that had caused it. The wind was not strong enough, the door, while removed, was still in my sight, and the house did not shake or quiver. Instead, from what I could tell the entire door was not in a single piece, black carbon was burned into the wounds, and the frame seemed to share the same. “It doesn’t look like nothing, dear.” His mother said softly. She flexed her fingers gently along his back. “Tell me what’s wrong - you’re so tense.”“It’s nothing - really.” Jason said. Despite himself, he felt himself start to relax at feeling his mother’s soft curves pressed into him. “I’m expecting someone and they’re late.”“Who?” Helen asked, stiffening within her son’s arms. Her voice sounded guarded.“Someone from school.” Jason hedged, running his hand up and down her back before resting. Harold waved his arm in acknowledgement as he headed inside. Lisa waited until she no longer saw him then ran inside, herself, and rushed to the bathroom and the clothes she had bought. She quickly pulled on a pair of panties and a pair of shorts then hesitated and, as a wave of stubbornness came over her, pulled on a skimpy sleeveless top. She felt relieved to be again 'presentable' but, at the same time, in spite of the 'comfort fit' labels on the clothes she had bought, she was feeling.