‘You smell nice, Sherelle’ he ventured, ‘like roses’.‘Well picked Pat,’ Sherelle flirted, ‘it is rose perfume – my favourite’ she wo...ked her tongue around her glossy lips.‘I like roses too’ Pat was happy, ‘me Mum, grows lots of roses – red ones are me favourites’ he smiled.‘Mine too,’ Sherelle butted the cigarette, ‘what else do you like Pat?’ she winked and licked her lips again.Pat didn’t quite know what to make of the question. ‘Would ya like a drink?’ he stammered.‘Sure Pat’ Sherelle’s eyes. Everyone else is there, and we'll tell you what the plan for tonight is once we're all together. If we hunt around their kitchen hard enough, we might be able to find something for you to nibble on."When we arrived at our destination, I was escorted into the kitchen, to be greeted by a truly wonderful scene: thirteen girls cooking up a storm! There was food EVERYWHERE! Except in my belly, but I was pretty sure that problem was going to be very well fixed. By the way, the girls were looking very. As luck would have it, my elderly grand mother lived near where I would be attending.Grandma had a 3 story row house, she lived in the middle floor and the top and bottom floors had full apartments that she kept unoccupied. All three floors were connected by a stairwell , but each floor was separate.It was decided by the family that I would crash in the bottom apartment as long as was in school and I kept an eye on my grandmothers health.As we know I was a bad k** so with the rigors of school ,. Lisa had a friend from the team come over, Susan, to workout with her so they could stay in shape over the summer a couple of times a week. Wow. Susan is built a little different for a gymnast, taller and she had boobs. I was in heaven watching those girls stretch and practice balance beam routines. Lisa is a balance beam champ. This is where the story really begins.I had moved into my private viewing room, aka closet, and saw Lisa was showing Susan her back bending move on the beam. This.