She committed - for this business only - and we were partners.That was over a year ago. Now I was ahead of schedule and the take looked bigger. Abril ...as more than happy with my progress. I was more than happy with her help. She was invaluable at the monthly law firm socials where lots of old white men wanted to stick their wrinkled old peckers into her fine young body. She was repulsed by most of them, but as her role required, she never let it show. She said she had done much worse for much. When I got close, I could see that it was a couple having sex on a blanket in a little flat spot amongst the trees. She was vocal and he was pounding into her missionary style. I smiled and walked a little closer, enjoying the show. As I got closer, I realized that I knew these two. They were the c***dren of my neighbors on either side of my house. The girl is named Candy, a buxom blond, and the boy is Donald, also blondish and good looking. They had graduated high school two years before and I. What about Sandra Bentley?"Yes, Sandy Bentley was my friend. Sort of. Sandy wore braces and thick glasses. She was also boy crazy. That's not uncommon for eighth grade girls, but boys were about all Sandy could talk about. I mean, I don't have anything against boys. It's just that I don't like spending all my time talking about how cute this boy is or how nice that boy's butt is.I did hang around with Sandy a lot. I'd usually tune her out and think about something else when she started on one. Maybe Jen’s good news had changed his mood, maybe it was being able to pedal faster when the book got too smarmy, he made better progress than he had on the train.“Love you,” Jen said some time later. The meeting over already? Must be; he had got more than half-way through the book.“Love you,” he answered. And he wanted her, too. The book he’d been reading had involved sex. It hadn’t quite mentioned it; but all the euphemisms, all the cautions against imposing too many male desires on the pure.