I moaned softly and turned my head to smile at him. He leaned forward, and I twisted a bit more so that we could kiss. Our lips met with the lightest ...f pressure at first, but grew stronger. I ran my right hand through his short strawberry blond hair. He broke off our kiss and reached over my shoulder and past me, picking up my pink shower puff from the shelf we had installed in the shower when we moved in. “Let me wash your back,” he said as he also grabbed the body wash and began applying a. Staring at him. Well, he could stare back. He stood.Will wasn't much to look at. His body was a bit scrawny, at that awkward midway point between what he had been and what he would be. The last year had seen him sprout up to five foot eight inches. He personally thought, or at least hoped, he'd gain another inch before Junior year started in two months. He wore green shorts. As his gaze stayed on the mystery eyes, he wished he had a shirt or something as well. And shoes. He definitely felt the. Luckily the shoes fit. I felt he had maybe done this before. I looked in the mirror and I'll admit, I felt a little ridiculous. Was this what he wanted? I walked out and saw him laying on the bed. He had a wig laying next to him. "Is this too weird?", he asked. I told him, if this was what he wanted, I would be more than happy to help. I put the wig on, which was a bushy blonde type color. "My, God.", he whispered. He then walked around me, looking me up and down. Then I felt him come up behind. But Frank Jr. didn't seem much bothered by the fact that his alluring, blond wife had perished and he had quickly taken up with a dark-haired beauty who seemed to exude pure, raw sex from every pore of her slinky body. The single time Rick and Frank Jr. had conversed, Frank Jr. had seemed more put out by the fact that his deceased wife had suffered at Rick's hands than the fact that she'd actually died, and the man wanted nothing to do with him – especially in regards to keeping him around as.