I am not that good at it. Never the less, I seem to be drawn to places like Panera's to see other forms of life, to hear sounds of others, and be some...hat intrigued with the interaction.There always seems to be some sort of job interview going on somewhere. A well-dressed man, with a clipboard and pen is sitting at a table for two with his coffee. He leans back in his chair. A relatively well dressed man or woman sits nervously across and talks; guardedly with arms and legs crossed; forced. Yes I planned on sweeping her of her feet and then, well I don't know I was 9 and she was almost 16 I just knew it was what a guy back then was supposed to do.One thing I knew from that summer, unless they were home doing chores or it was dark, they where both somewhere in the neighborhood doing something together but we didn't know what. Well that was the day I found out what they were doing and it wasn't whispering, they were necking by the old shed in the alley and I interrupted them. Connie. " Bet you wanna watch too, huh Steve?" Alexis said with an evil grin.Steve answered, "Participate maybe, just watching would probably require a call to 911." His eyes couldn't help looking at Alexis' full, round breasts with the large red brown nipples. He let them wander down over her beautiful stomach and her open thighs. Her panties were tucked nicely into the slit of her pussy. He was becoming hard and it was becoming noticeable through his fitted trousers."Come sit by us," Amie said,. On the way she came across the general ward and just outside the ward in a bench the mother and father of the girl which dressed this morning were weeping. Monica felt sorry for them. she went near them. "Don't worry she is out of danger. May be she will need an abortion but that's later on not now" she said. The mother looked at her constantly for a while and then said: "Well we r not upset abt that. But we r upset thinking of the one who did this to her" .