It was the most difficult thing I had ever had to deal with. On top of that I was getting harder. All this time with her that day I was semi hard the ...hole time. Before I got so hard I couldn't stand it I had to leave. I had to work the next morning anyway. So to her groan of disappointment I told them I had to be to work early. Malia followed me to the door. I turned around as she gave me a hug. This was a very different hug, nothing like it was before. This was more of a very horny teen. Her dark eyes glittered, full of expression that spoke volumes. I marveled at her full lips that carried a hint of lip gloss on them. They looked very kissable. Damn she looked good.I was lost in my reverie when all of a sudden I realized I was staring at a very perky breast with a hard little nipple staring back at me. I jerked my head up as if I had been slapped. Ally's eyes glittered at me with amusement."You were gawking at me so hard I thought I'd give you something to gawk at, you big. When I asked her how, she said that at one of the get togethers we had, she had seen Jason slide his hand up under Heather’s dress and she had no panties on which she did not protest at all, but giving him a laughing approving while enjoying it, thinking no one saw them. She knew he was going over to my house before I came home sometimes and late at night, which in the beginning was almost every night. She shed light on Shea and told me his parents had gotten a divorce months back and he was. According to her and her sister, Marie, Marie, Wills, they don't invite me because I didn't like the kinds of places that they generally frequented. She was right about that. Sawdust joints filled with wannabe cowboys, rock clubs that I long suspected of selling more drugs than beer, and disco dance halls where the clothes made the man just didn't do it for me. A hit to my ego them always leaving me behind? You bet. Ready to do something about it? I'm getting to that point. Marie is part of.