“I find it hard to believe that an 18-year-old has never been on a date with a boy. Is it really true?”“A boy named Richard King asked me out on...e, and I said ‘No.’ The next day at school, my best girlfriend Sandra Carlisle told me that he was bragging that he got a BJ from me. To this very day, I don’t know what that means.”Could my sister really be this naïve?I moved to my desk chair, settled in, and asked, “Didn’t mom ever tell you about boys?”“I know about the birds and the bees, we never. No insinuation of a slip up came to mind. Each possible exposure hazard was refuted and as the gas nozzle bucked back indicating a full tank, it was apparent no one followed me. With recouped confidence, I banished my foreboding and drove back on the highway to William’s, yet a premonition of danger clung to my subconscious.As standard, he stood by the living room bay window for my arrival, pushed the garage door opener when I drove in the driveway, went to the garage stairs top landing to. Of course, this did lead to Carly feeling unsatisfied for the rest of the day. Sam knew, because Carly took literally every opportunity to kiss, hug or rub herself against Sam. Every single time they were alone, Carly would be all over her. Sam knew it was a display of affection, but perhaps too much display of too much affection."Carly… could you wait just a while? I promise I'll take care of you when we get to your place."Taking care of her; what an odd thing to call it. She remembered when. Brad took out a camera and she stopped moving. Her eyes lit up but she said, "no, you can't take any pictures..." so he put the camera away and stood up.He walked to the other side of the room and Annie followed. She was still naked, horny and really wanted to continue to repay Brad.He knew what he was doing - he was just baiting the trap.He pulled a baggie out with a yellowish powder in it, along with a glass pipe. He calmly asked, "ya ever do H?"Annie had no clue what it was, but she was.