You can’t come home with me after school because someone will notice and talk. And we should probably not have any sleepovers until this blows over....�� I was ashamed at the lack of empathy I felt. Her face crumpled and tears instantly flooded her eyes.“You and Mark get to keep playing around?” she whined. “That’s so not fair.”I just took a bite of my sandwich and watched the tears leak from her eyes. She made the decision to screw Joe, knowing how he was and knowing how it would end. Part of me. I nodded and got up, aiming at the rest room. She smiled and took my and led me out of the restaurant. I was walking with my legs pressed together hoping against all hope that she would take me to a rest room. Suddenly she looked at me and asked, innocently, if I still had to use a toilet. I squeaked out an affirmative and she stopped walking. She looked around and then pointed. I followed her pointing finger looking for the restroom, but all I saw was a row of large potted trees. She smiled. She had a really nice ass for her age. Her eyes were a really light brown. She was just all around small. She had tiny hands and a really cute small voice that was almost squeaky. Her skin was a light bronze, almost a permanent tan if you will. I loved the way she looked. As we neared our next birthdays, we began playing a new game. I was playing a photographer and she would almost always want to be my model. So we would do "photo shoots". A little weird for a 16 year old like me to be playing,. "It was only you who came here before, and it is only you that we, we mothers, know from that time."Meiersdottir inclined her head in acknowledgment, and the next few minutes were filled with small talk about how matters had been progressing aboveground and polite inquiries from Gagugakhing about Meier. In time, however, the native ran out of conversational topics and a silence fell, stretching out until Igwanda recognized that whatever reason for which they'd been summoned, it was something.