Slowly I let her down on her bed on her back. I started kissing her neck again as she moaned and I felt her arms go around my neck. She whispered: (&h...llip,your so special, keep kissing me, I love it when you do that.) That was the start of us getting together. With my new information, I knew a lot about her now. The way she rubbed her pussy, the way she felt her tits. Little things that turned her on. We slowly started sneaking feels and looks, we counted the minutes until mom and dad would. I was in a bit of a quandary; it was scary, but I was also feeling very horny. Should I wait for him to get fed up and leave on the assumption I wasn't in or should I answer the door dressed in stockings and run the risk of him...doing what? Laughing at me? Running away? Calling me a sissy fag? I'd known him longer than just about anyone other than my family and felt that if I could trust anyone with something like this it would be him; we did, after all, have a few secrets only we knew of. Arriving home, Janet read the page of instructions twice. She wanted to get it right. She called Rob and asked him to come over to her place. While waiting for him to get there, she showered and dressed in her slinkiest dress, the one with the very low neckline. She wanted to give him one more chance to accept her the way she was.Rob arrived and let himself in as Janet had asked him too. She wanted to make an entrance.Janet had opened a good bottle of wine to breathe and then poured two. What kind of name is that? Jason lets Joseph know thatwe needed to tread lightly around this one. "Ok let's, go take care ofbusiness." Jason drove to the address provided. Joseph approachedRandolph and things went south immediately. Security guards assaultedJoseph and two lay dead in a heartbeat. Five others ran for the exits.Randolph was in trouble.Jason tried to explain to the Reverend how things went down and really,he and Joseph were not at fault. The Reverend was not in a good mood andboth.