She studied the picture of Susan thinking about what she had been observing of her friend lately. It was hard to admit, but Susan looked happier now t...an in those photographs. As her best friend, it hurt to think that she had nothing to do with that change."How did I get here?" Denise asked the four walls of her apartment. It was a painful question. The answers were even more painful. She said, "I remember the kids in elementary school running around me shouting out Fatty. They seemed to have. Barely touching. Just enough to make me shiver. His hand slid over my waist, onto my bare leg. His hand went to the back of my thigh and came up just under the curve of my bottom. He left it there, thumb gently moving in small circles. Closing my eyes and shivering. Whole body taut. Small whimpers. Feeling so confused…no, please no, oh god cup my cheek, please, oh god why, someone help me, I don’t want to like this…please…My throat started to hitch. I hate myself. I hate the way he’s making me. “Oh, sorry Mr. Mathews, I didn’t know you were in here. Sorry.”He was looking down, trying not to look at me, and covering his cock with the hand holding the cell phone. Good luck with that. His cock was a good six or seven inches long, soft. He had balls, too, and with all that smooth skin there was a nice, little patch of hair making a nest for those eggs and that stalk.He was fumbling with the door handle, trying to get it to turn.“Hey, okay guy. No problem. We’re men here. You gonna shower?. Now, were you going to explain what you were doing with Jerry?"Susie knew that her only other option was to clam up completely behind a barrage of 'nothing, Anna,' so she took a deep breath and started her innocent explanation."I wasn't seducing him, Anna. We were just joking around, and I just wanted to hug him because he reminded me of my own grandfather who passed away last year." Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry about your grandfather. I know you were close to him. I also know what I saw, but I.