She just hoped her friends understood the reason for the move was not because she didn’t like the Girl Scouts, but because she wanted that chance at...the Eagle Scout badge and it looked right now that it was within her grasp.She was surprised that she could even buy matching camouflage undies to wear under her Boy Scout shorts that could be worn by either boys or girls. They even had a camouflage sports bra that she thought looked real sexy against her milk-white skin. The first time she. I even found a couple of bottles in the pockets of his golf bag — he hadn’t been golfing for years. I pleaded with him to get help. I cried, I cajoled — even threatened. He was never mean or anything. Sometimes I wished he were so I could just throw him out. This dragged on for a long time … until that night about a year ago. He’d been gone for several days but by then I knew which bars he would haunt. I didn’t see him but remembered once when I was looking for him. He was parked behind a bar,. Then I saw her as she reached for the ‘stop’ button. My hand went between her legs as she stretched, I could actually feel the heat. Then she was gone.I found that day a struggle, my thoughts simply kept returning to the bus ride, how close her pussy had been to my hand, only separated by the material of her clothes. Each time my thoughts dwelt on it, I would feel my face get hot and my panties were definitely getting wet, I found myself pressing my fingers down between my legs.Finally, I gave. I find myself wishing it were raining. A night like this, a walk like this? It needs rain to make it right. But the moon is out, bright and full, blocking the stars with its brilliance. The ugly neon and artificial lights of my destination loom ahead of me. I haven't thought about it, walking automatically, thinking about other things. My heart is suddenly beating a little harder. I'm nervous; this isn't some harmless kid on a bus, is it?There's a guy sitting on the ugly vinyl waiting couch. He.