She did say that there were some places in the basement that were still locked up and no one ever went into them. She said that she had heard that it ...ad some of the old shock treatment equipment there and some other stuff the owners were keeping because they couldn't sell it yet as it wasn't old or rare enough to be valuable. I must admit this girl was either a font of information or a great BS artist. Maybe she was just gullible enough to believe most of this BS. Before she took my supper. Of course, they didn’t just come out and say it. It might be a month, it might be a year, but eventually, they all asked her out, all took a shot at the prettiest girl in school, sweet little Meredith. Meredith was always too shy and, maybe, too good of a friend to do anything with one of the guys who’d dumped Virginia. In a way, though, that made it all worse: guys would break up with her for just a chance to be with Meredith, and not even a good one. Now his arm’s around her waist. Just. He remained for a long moment, incapable of speech or of movement his jaw sagging and his rampant young cock saying it all by spitting his seed onto her ankles and her slippers. It was the perfect complement, her staying his blustered apology by saying, her thanks to him and, “that she had been frightened he would hate these drooping efforts!” her inviting him to touch them was to him the icing on the fantasy cake. Softly his hands caressed the heavy orbs, treating them like fine porcelain,. “OK. Fine. But we have to turn her for that”. “Its OK. We will turn her. I want to see those cute little melons before I die”. I heard a chuckling and a group of hands slowly turned me again. I was now lying on my back.“Shit yaar. Her top does not have any buttons”. “What shall we do now?”. “Shall we cut it up?”. “No no. What shall we tell when she wakes up?”. “If she wakes up now, what would we tell her?”. “Anyway we are screwed. Lets do it”. I heard them ruffling through their bags. I knew.