Ashley's friends always encouraged her to make a move, but she was to shy to. But since the final days of school were rolling in, she needed a lot mor... encouragement! “Hunter! I need your help!” Ashley said to one of her guy best friends. He would know what a guy wants right? Ashley went on about how she needs his help to get Devon.“Should we invite Sarah to come with us to your house?” Hunter asked.“Nah… I’m not sure where she is now.” Ashley said as everyone was dismissed from school. Hunter. The deputy looked him over once again and then dismissed him. He slipped his hat slowly back down over this eyes and jerked his thumb down the road. "Take the second left. It will be on the right about half way down." Tom smiled again and said his thanks as they moved off.When they had gone a few yards he spoke softly, "I'm sure that all of them aren't as bad as he is." John and Ben both gave a noncommittal grunt, but Tom had to agree with them.They found the land office just as they had been. They were all wearing the standard uniform: khaki shorts, sneakers and their camp T-shirts.When they reached the boathouse, Ginger opened the basket and took out three cans of beer, popped the tabs and handed them out.“Those little sneaks,” Sandy whispered, “I’ll bet they took that beer out of my fridge!”“You have a fridge?”“Um, yeah. Don’t you?”“Hell, no! How do you rate?”She shrugged, “I don’t know; maybe it’s because I’m over twenty-one and I can put beer in it.”“You are? Oh, yeah, I guess I. Once afriend to be, Tim said, " You Americans are all weird. You are a sissy"Everyone knew I was a sissy. Could not excuse it saying that it was American fashion. They alsonoticed that when we were taking showers, I showed them my butt and hidmy penis. That was far smaller than theirs. Some bigger lads even noticedthat I looked at theirs. They would feel my butt and ask if I was afaggot. I was silent. I didn't even know what this meant. The teachers were nice, although they could also embarrass.