I was wearing a long loose shirt that hid the hard-on that quickly developed. All four girls were laughing and smiling, and yet playing some good tenn...s. It was certainly a stimulating scene. Bobbie could tell that I was aroused because she whispered to me during a break, "I'll be in to see you tonight."Bobbie was a good as her word because about 10:00, she showed up at my door wearing a nightie. I was alone because it seemed that everyone else had taken my remark about propriety to mean no. It would destroy her. Coming clean was all about alleviating my own guilt. It had nothing to do with Melissa. I’d just have to wear it alone. Alone, I silently snorted to myself. I hadn’t been alone in this. Katie was just as much to blame as me. For some reason, albeit a stupid one, I was comforted that she was in it with me. I remembered my dad’s story about the two National Geographic photographers, all his fatherly advice dispensed in joke form. I snorted another laugh. They had been. Anna had had a crush on him since the fourth grade. Unfortunately, so did every other girl in the ninth grade at Jefferson High. She was pretty sure that Brad knew she existed, but she wasn't all that sure that he realized she was a female. It was obvious that she didn't have the beauty or voluptuous body to compete with girls like Jenny Hanson or Kate Bledel for the attention of her fantasy lover, or any other boy for that matter. She was going to have to use her brain and get creative.Unable. She two glasses and handed one to her inebriated guest.“Thanks,” he grinned sloppily.Brittney sipped her beverage. She thought about Dionte’.The handsome, slim, light-brown guy lived down the street from Al York and his family. Brittney was staying with her extended family because her mom was in and out of jail. Back then, Brittney was Bryant. Dionte’ was the object of Bryant's older cousin Arielle’s affection. Bryant also had a crush on the juvenile offender.One afternoon, when Arielle and her.