Jeremy had just turned fifteen a few months ago. He was almost the spitting image of his father though he was a couple of inches taller even though ju...t fifteen. He might even be more muscular than his dad. He had football training almost daily; weight training three times a week and cardiovascular the other two days plus all the swimming he could get in next door in Terri’s heated swimming pool. When friends called for my husband and Jeremy answered they frequently could not tell the. One guy was even lying inside the barbeque pit, but it was quite cold now. The bones of 3 innocent young cheerleaders now litter the ground, Sophies body still dangling from the tree limb she was hung from, Saras body still nailed to the trunk of that old oak tree, blood everywhere. Molly and Samantha the last 2 members of the cheerleading squad, still lying in the dirt, tied and cant move, playing for a miracle. There prayers were answered as swarms of lights could be seen and sirens wailed in. The k**s apparently overdid the excitement, and her father was over heard questioning his wife about the reaction. Picking up Madge meant going through South London, and stopping outside some early 1900 townhouses in Brixton. Madge came to the door in a summer dress and scandals and hugged the k**s. The wife said her nipples reacted to the hug and her dad noticed while he picked up Madge's case and walked to the car the k**s held on to Madge and walked her to the car. After 10 mins of back and. He felt her little hands rubbing his sides, with solid strokes like shewas petting the flanks of a horse. Her fingers dipped into the waistbandof his pants, and she slid them back to the top of his buttocks as shepulled away from the kiss. "You better start getting ready. We're due atseven," she half whispered. She went down to her car to get her things, and he stripped carefully,his heart pounding a little. What first? He went to the top left drawerof the dresser. THE drawer. No, not the pink.