" Are you fucking serious? Turn the fucking game on!" someone screamedfrom the center part of the yard. I looked over and saw they were crowdedaround ... big flat screen TV. Our school is division one, so sports are abig draw. Tonight was some big rival game I had no interest in."Again, if you're just tuned in we are about to go live to a pressconference from NASA about the blue solar flares," a newscaster said."Dude, where are you going?!" Brad yelled from the edge of the pit. But Ibarely heard. The trooper picked up his radio. The wind was picking up, putting Julie’s skirt in danger of blowing up around her waist, but she was afraid to do anything about it since he had warned her not to move. She turned her head slightly and saw the second state trooper still standing beside his vehicle gazing at her intently as his partner made his call. Julie blushed, as she was acutely aware that her skirt was by now affording him an excellent view of the tops of her thigh-­highs and her silk. Because the parents were in the next room I wanted to stop and try later in her bedroom; but Thelma being Thelma insisted that we had to do it then; right on the table. “Here…use this!” She told me as she slid the margarine dish across the table. “What do you mean?” I asked incredulously. “Rub marge all over it,” Thelma giggled. “That should make it nice and greasy!” As I covered the cucumber with half a block of bright yellow margarine my sister rammed two then three fingers up her. I watched them drive away in a cloud of exhaust fumes.A note, hand written, she’s ok, a big hit as usual! She will be back with you tonight. Here is a little something to keep you occupied. It was signed Bernie.With mixed feelings of dread, guilt and perverted lust, I slipped the DVD into my laptop. The screen was dark, nothing showing then a voice, Bernie’s. ‘Well’, he said,’ no one made you come did they, you could have said no, right?’ A quiet voice, Jackie’s said ‘yes I know’. ‘But you came.