”Robby, his heart sinking, knew beyond his years that nothing he could say would undo what was going on.“I’m not really hungry,” he said. “C...n I go?”Ramona’s first instinct was to say “No,” but she heard the sadness in his voice and nodded instead. He got up and walked heavily to the stairs.When his footfalls were gone, Robert Nettleton, looking ridiculous in his sauce-smeared false moustache and beard, looked helplessly at his sister.“What was that all about?” he asked.“I don’t know,” she. Lexy was 18, a well rounded senior who’d been friends with both Jason and Mark since freshman year. She’d previously dated Jason for a time before they both found that they made much better friends. Her hair was a dark brunette, trimmed into adorable bangs that covered friendly green eyes and a sneaky smile. Her boobs were average in size, but the rest of her body bottomed out like a Greek statue. Maybe it was her sly confidence, or maybe it was her four years playing for the high school. "They probably shave it off." "Sue used to shave the lower part off for me. She still do it?" Gulping down a drink, Steve looked at me sheepishly, "Yes. I think it is the biggest turn on." "Ain't it? I tried to get Mary to do it, but she is always hesitant."After a few minutes of silence, I said "Steve, did Sue tell you that I used to do it for her, too?" "No. Wouldn't that hurt." "No. In fact, I thought it was fun and ultra sexy. In fact, I was thinking of doing it now, so everything won't. He saw where I was looking and glanced back quickly.“My sister’s kid is visiting,” he explained quickly.“Been there, done that,” I commiserated, reducing his alarm level. “One more question and I’ll go,” I promised. He looked at me expectantly. “U.S. Marshal, are you going to come peacefully?” I asked as I pointed my Glock at him.I felt the danger level jump and knew he was moving the gun he had hiding behind the door. Slamming my body against the door, I knocked him backwards and he stumbled.