She must have drink a little bit from it. She came closer to me and put my arms around her shoulder and we sat on silence watching the t.v.After a few...moments, I asked, "Did you do your homework?" I took a big gulp from my beer. She gently shook her head. "Didn't had any."I took a few more sips. "You always say that everyday." That's because I do them at school." She fired back."Gee okay okay just asking..." I muttered as I took a sip.She's always been a bright c***d. Ever since her older. “Let me get this straight. First, you ruin my drink and my shirt, and second, you ding up my car. Lady, you have had one BAD evening.”“Tell me about it. Again, I’m sorry.”“Hmm. Well, the way I see it, I could let you off for the shirt OR the door, but not both. Get in.”“I, I…,” she stuttered.“Get IN.” Ruby complied. She was a little frightened. On the one hand, she didn’t know this guy from Adam. On the other, he was well dressed, obviously well to do, and attractive. Besides, she had this. It was closer to the school than hers. Steve had a lot more control over his emotions than she did. After a little more petting, she was the one ripping clothes off – first his, and then her own.Once in the bedroom, Steve managed to slow her down so that her first time was special. So was the second and third and ... well ... they were all special. For the next two days, they only left the bed to eat.“I’m happy for you,” Betsy said.“My first reaction, when Steve told me that you had ordered him. It took a long time for Patricia to answer the door and as Richard waited he could see through the window in the door that she was coming down the hallway, straightening her clothes, probably from her bedroom. When she opened the door he saw a wrinkled white short skirt and blue and green paisley blouse with the two top buttons undone and he was pretty sure she was braless. She wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, her face was a light shade of red and today her hair was a bit mussed up and was.