Her date had his hands all over her body. Again Betsy deemed it was the peer pressure when she reluctantly allowed him to take off her sweater shortly...followed by her bra. The memory was vague from that point on but somehow she was persuaded to move over to the other bed. Her girlfriend had quickly dismounted her boyfriend's pecker and they seemed to be waiting with the other couple.Even now Betsy's eyes were glassy as she observed one of the most eventful life chapters unfold. She wasn't. George Robinson.Then the young man left the store got into his truck again and headed home to have lunch with his grandparents.A few days later they were eating breakfast when the phone rang RING!!!!Andy quickly answered it 10 minutes later he finished his phone conversation then he returned to the table.After taking a few sips from his coffee he said to his grandparents"Grandma and Grandpa that was Mr. George Robinson the manager of Walmart on the phone."There is a greeters position available. The more ideas I have kicking around inside my head, the more I'm likely to add more to this piece! Thanks for reading. Enjoy.You hurried down the pavement, hood of your jumper pulled tight over yourself, hunched forward as you warily made your way towards tonight's potential entertainment, route lit by the yellow glow of streetlamps. Your heart pounded embarrassingly into your chest. For a straight-enough guy looking to sate his curiosity, the rumours sounded too good to be true- that your. Once my things were all sorted out, I put on my trunks and headed there.I swam a few laps in the cool clear waters before I heard a voice from the balcony above ask "Are you a Covington? or a Pye?" She was an older woman, perhaps 40, with flaming red hair, something that was quite common in our family. I knew she was not one of my aunts, so I assumed that she must be a cousin.I stopped swimming, and stood looking at her a confused manner. She repeated the question. Again, I was confused,.