I knew this woman, byreputation more than anything else; she had never taken the opportunityto speak to me before. Her name was Gretchen, and she was...in charge ofthe March of the Southern Belles for this year's Heritage Day parade."Turn back around," she said."Me?" I asked, but I did. From behind I could feel her fingers as theyran across, not my butt, but the little patch on the back of my Levis."Are these pants tight on you?" she asked."Not really," I said. "Why?" Lisa?" she called. Lisa. Some came as immigrants while others came as tourists and businessmen. Until a means of protecting the country from individuals who meant it harm had been put into place, America was not accepting the huddled masses cast off by other countries.He also argued that countries needed to start taking better care of their citizens. There was no reason why so many should want to flee their country of origin. If people wanted to come to the United States because of the opportunities it provided, then. I needed some kind of barrier betweenprying eyes and my feminine-clad bottom. That night I slept my 'slut-amas' which were lemon-coloured PJs thatconsisted of a tiny-little t-shirt that exposed my midriff when I woreforms underneath (which I was doing) and cute little shorts that were onlya few inches away from being called panties. I called them slut-amasbecause they were way too slutty to be called pyjamas! I drifted off to sleep quite quickly (in fact a little bit quicker thanusual) and fell. “ You know, I can make your life a living hell for the rest of the week if I want to.” she coyly threatened. “Look, I don’t want to be here. I didn’t want to come over here Tina.”I tried again to snatch the magazine away from her, but was shoved once again into the wall. My manhood was taking a severe beating at the hands of this teen bitch. Stupid logic and testosterone dictated that I take some sort of action.I clumsily lunged at Tina.She pivoted on my bed and kicked me square in the chest..