I used to go over to his house and hang out. We usually just talked about racing motorcycles or cars. His dad was a regional sales rep. for a food c...mpany and he traveled quite a bit. Very often he’d take his wife with him and leave Bobby home. I think at the time, Bobby was 17.Then one day all that changed. This went on over a little over a year, about every week or so until Bobby’s dad got transferred back east. It started out as my so wanting to be “accepted” by the big guys, to be one. This was a part we all loved. Everything about Carol, we loved.All of us – or most of us who stayed awake, anyway – had been ogling Carol at every chance on the way down to the track and field meeting very early that morning. For the next couple of hours, Carol would be again the centre of male club athletes’ attraction, as she always had been for as long as I remember; on the track, in the clubhouse, coaching alongside the high jump fan or in the gym during workouts and weight training. Now. Being a woman of great imagination, I studied him intently as he described the house. He had a slim build and a great smile along with a charming personality. I was in the mood for a bit of fun so I figured I would let him lead me around and every once in awhile I would see if I could turn him on. I saw no ring on his finger so I felt no guilt when I waltzed over to the window, put my hands on the sill and pushed my ass up in the air while looking out into the fields.“Great view from up here,. "It's a man!" Do you suppose he might... ?" No! He might be a bad man!" He's cute," said the other and giggled. "Ask him!" No!" I dare you ... Are you chicken?"I could see now it was the slightly younger girl goading the older."Mister!" called the big one, trying to escape chickenhood."Good afternoon, girls," I said."Can you come here?" she continued. "We want to ask you something."The girls were right to be wary of a man they encountered way out in the woods, but I knew I would do them no.