"No," Melanie replied. "We talked about it. We miss having the others around but there are times when we like it that they're somewhere else. I think ...e'll all live close to one another but, well, I guess I wasn't totally kidding about it being time to move on. It's not that we care about Brock any less but I think we understand that he would never single one of us out. I think if it hadn't been all four of us; if only one of us lived nearby, it could work for them. But Brock has always been, I. " Ashley shrugged. "All year, I guess." Hmph." They call me Assley too." Well, you do have a cute butt." Heh!" He smiled and I sighed."And if you're going to wear my panties, you can't walk around with a boner all day long." But..." he made a face. "I can't help it."I'd slid my hand down, finding his hard penis through the satin and I rubbed it with my fingers. Not even talking about the school bullies had spoiled Ashley's arousal. I wondered if he had a thing for this Randy guy, but only. What da fuck do you want?" He answered back quickly. "You willing to fuck me?" I suddenly said. Not realizing I said it until his face turned from confusion to anger. "I ain't no faggot! Get that fake shit outta here little faggot ass white boy!" He shouted, using hand gestures that are basically telling me to fuck off. "Hey man I'm willing to pay you for that shit!" I said, pulling out my money. All three thousand dollars in bills. I'm desperate. I can't let him get away. "It doesn't fuckin'. Eight candles circled ‘Happy Birthday’ on the white frosted, vanilla cake. There were light blue and pink flowers made of sugar on it. It was round, two layered, could feed six if the pieces were small. Since there were only two of them, it was perfect. It sat on the dining room table, waiting for her return home. Cindy was late, but she did tell her mother that she might go over to a friend’s house to play. That would mean she’d be home by six, but that was an hour ago. Her mother, Maria, sat.