———Four hours later, at about 12 in the morning, I walked across the street with a tray of cookies seran-wrapped. I tucked some of my dark hair ...ehind my ear and knocked. When the door opened, my breath hitched a little. The guy was probably about seventeen, with short hair, very dark skin, and bulging biceps and abs underneath his white T-shirt. His legs were quite toned, and I could’ve sworn I’d seen a bit of a bulge in his shorts when my gaze had passed that area, but I focused on his. The hand was Simon's. He was dead, lying face up in the mud with his chest ripped open I could see some of his ribs. I got to my knees, shook my head and then saw my friend Jim tied to a tree near a campfire. Dawn was coming on pretty fast, and the Redcoats were taking turns deviling Jim with their bayonets and brands from the fire. I squinted and tried to ignore my throbbing head. It looked like one of Jim's ears was about gone and his shoulder was bleeding.Captain Foster, George, Matthew and. As if it were the most natural thing in the world, I allowed my hands to slide the straps of her bra off her shoulders. They slid down her upper arms, coming to rest by her elbows. The cups now hung loosely over her lovely bulging titties.I could feel myself starting to get wet as I gazed down from above at her deep cleavage, the dark shadow disappearing between her breasts. I let my hands slip under the front of her bra, and she sighed with pleasure. My fingers found her nipples and played. . I am underage.”I began to play...When I was youngI never needed anyoneAnd making lovewas just for funThose days are goneLiving aloneI think of all thefriends I have knownBut when Idial the telephoneNobody’s homeAll by myselfDon’t want to beall by myself anymoreAll by myselfDon’t want to liveall by myself anymoreHard to be sureSometimes Ifeel so insecureAnd love sodistant and obscureRemains the cure.“If you know this, sing with me.”The sound of the crowd going from singing to applause woke me.