Her scared look turned into unparalleled anger now as her entire body continued to quiver.“I bet you think you’re really funny don’t you Maxine?...Big tough guy scaring a girl when she’s trying to get some sleep. What’s next are you going to rape me you filthy fuckin piece of trash!”I glanced at the clock, ignoring her as she continued to spout out insults like a fountain spouts water. She had a game at noon today and if she didn’t have any sleep she’d be screwed. Plus I felt kind of bad for. "Wow," was all I could manage."Honey, you can kiss your father all you want," Sam told Angie, "But you aren't going."Angie seemed to settle for the consolation price. "Okay, at least I get the next best thing, Mom." With that, she moved her face closer to mine. Our lips had almost touched when I panicked."Sam, let the girl go," I begged."I won't. She wants to go alone -" Can Daddy take me, in that case, Mom? I won't be alone, and you will know where I am, right?" Angie countered.Sam was. By the end of May I'd had no mail from Martha for nearly two months, except for a very short 'Hello' note on her small, white stationery. It included a photograph of Martha and Ronnie in Central Park, lounging on towels on a sunny day in their swimsuits. I knew Martha was working overtime and had time for little else, as usual; and I was swamped by work as well, not so much by its difficulty as by the time demanded by school and three part-time jobs. So I was writing far fewer letters than. "See, Laura's looking at you like she looked at me. She and I did the Big Thing too. Didn't we, Laura."Now Laura blushed beet-red."Did not," Charise scoffed back. "You embarrassing this pretty white lady, Jane." Look, would you two girls like to come inside?" Laura asked. "I mean, it's better than standing here in the hall talking outrageously like this."She tried to look exasperated, but she was actually very stimulated. She and Jane had fucked very hotly only a few days ago, and this girl.