I suggest you look to your laurels and abide by them. Find those young girls you have wronged, and do what is honourable. You cannot undo what is done... but you can atone for your actions. It will not be easy! In fact, I think it will be the hardest thing you have ever done. We will be back this way in about a year. Only then will we know if your house retains it’s honour.”The two men nodded. This was not what they expected. A quick apology, control his drinking, don’t pick on you betters, but. Although I had become a ‘city boy’ I didn’t think like a ‘city boy’, and neither did my closest friends, all of whom came from more rural areas - Kara, Elyse, Jennifer, Kathy, Bethany, Ed, and Pete from Clermont County, Julia from rural Idaho, Kurt from the Pittsburgh suburbs, Josie from outside Minneapolis, Cindi from rural Wisconsin, Jackie from outside Rockford, and so on.All of us had very different ideas about family and society from our friends who were urban. There were a few exceptions. She was smirking knowingly as she held her hand up, not eagerly but languidly. She licked her lips, giving me a heavy lidded look."Uh, Marilyn?" I asked. She had a rep around school. I'd overheard one guy say she'd go down for a wooden nickel and give four cents change back. I figured it would be easier for the girl, and maybe me, if it was someone experienced.She bounced her way up from her seat. She wore skirts as short and sweaters as tight as she could get away with under the dress code,. He took his t-shirt off and unbuckled his pants, hanging them on the end of the bed. I unbuttoned my white blouse and unhooked my black lace bra. He stood there silent, watching and waiting. I let my breasts fall freely to his hungry gaze and looked down at his cock that was standing up straight staring at me. I pulled my jeans off and then my panties, letting him see my now wet pussy. He walked over to me and pressed his body up against mine. We got on the bed and he said “So, how do.