The other car had hit her from behind at high speed. They hadn't done a toxicity test on either driver yet, since both were dead when the police arriv...d, but there had been no skid marks. Later tests would reveal that the other car was stolen and the driver loaded to the gills with angel dust.Despite having done half a dozen of those visits from the other side, I found myself playing out the script as written. First, I didn't believe it. Then, I pled with the cop. She can't be dead. We have a. Why do you think Bart gave them to you? Did he say you had to go out on a date with him?”“No, not asking me out, but giving me the fancy bloomers made it seem like I was obligated to go with him to Whiskey McNeil’s. Just because his family is rich he thinks every girl should be thrilled to date him. I got news for him, I am far from thrilled.”Her mother was too busy thinking of the benefits if her daughter married Bart and so missed most of the conversation. She shook her head to come back to. And he's still spooning me. I don't move in order not to wake him and I offer myself a few minutes to overthink this weekend once again. I've been doing this so many times, and I never really understand why I'm doing this all. Of course, I like messing around, I'm a teenager. I'm supposed to like that! But I'm straight, yet here I am, in bed with a naked gay guy whose boner is touching me. Wait, my own dick is twitching now as well. Why am I getting turned on by his morning wood. What the hell?. I stopped at the top of the staircase and kissed her. Our tongues met as soon as our lips pressed against each other. I reached under her top to find she was braless. My fingers quickly found her nipples and I began to massage them. I rolled them between my fingertips, feeling them harden. We broke the kiss and she told me she had to pee pretty bad. I pointed out the bathroom down the hallway. I followed to the bathroom door. She walked through and turned to close the door. As she started to.