Sunday morning was a late start and fairly lazy. But, I was becoming more and more nervous about meeting and talking with Molly. I couldn't see it as ...nything but painful, embarrassing, and with no benefit to me whatsoever. I was also a big enough coward that I wanted to put it off until tomorrow if I could. I wanted to avoid her joining myself and the boys this afternoon, but I didn't want to make avoiding her so obvious that it would be hurtful to her. She must have enough hurt and turmoil in. She just never found one who seriously interested her.After we’d talked several times, I got up my courage, often lacking, and asked her for a date. When I did, her face, which was usually smiling, got solemn. Not angry nor disgusted, just solemn. She was silent for a few seconds, and looked me squarely in the eyes.“Michael, you’re sweet, but I’m not sure you’re right for me.”“Maybe we could find out?”She sat and looked at me for a few seconds. This was pretty unusual. Women tended to shoot me. "Yeah, you were always the leader right?” I asked.She responded, "More or less"."I'm assuming you still are" Maybe" That's a yes. Since you still are the leader I doubt that they SENT you over, I think you came over to try and play a game with me. Well let me warn you... you will lose."From her expression I knew that I had hit the truth. After a few seconds of silence, I started to get up but she pushed on my leg and sat forward so her mouth was right next to my ear, "If you are really are as. She pinched her nipples and squeezed her breasts, rubbing faster and with a bit of pressure. She looked around again but no one still had come or gone. She felt glad but also disappointed, she had wanted to be exposed, to be daring and to be watched. She felt a little of the excitement drain. She had hoped the possibilities of someone walking in would’ve been enough, but it wasn’t. Her mind urged her to just stand up and walk outside, and pretend like she had just forgot or something. She felt.