It is getting dark and they are still far away from the convent.SM: Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past thirty-eight and a ...alf minutes? I wonder what he wants.SL: It's logical. He wants to rape us.SM: Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the most! What can we do?SL: The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster...SM: It's not working.SL: Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing. He started to walk faster, too.SM: So,. Rileyand I were actually pretty close, and she seemed to genuinely like me.But not at school, she knew my association was social suicide, and Ididn't blame her for that. Not one bit.We lived three houses apart in a quiet, leafy suburb in northern England.After school we would spend all of our time together. She'd encourage me,chastise me for not standing up for myself, and listen to my teenageanguish. We'd listen to music and make top 10 lists of favourite bands.She was always in to the newest. Zack was watching my every move and I was starting to feel good form the pot and soon his arm was around me pulling close to him.when I saw he was indeed looking my firm young boobs over on great detail, which on top of the weed was making me so very excited.After we had finish our little smoke I was not only a little buzzed but but so very horny and I was hoping that Zack was too. I found out very soon that he was indeed liking what he was looking at, told me to just sit still as he parked the. I couldn’t place it, but I guessed it was the result of education rather than social class. Her beauty was equally difficult to place; dark almond shaped eyes suggested an Arabic heritage, but her skin was pale and translucent.We made small talk for the longest five minutes of my life. Talking to her was like being a nervous teenager again. As we chatted, it became apparent that her mind was as sharp as a whip, I honestly felt out of my depth. The bell rang signalling our return to the.