I wondered what secrets she was still holding. ‘Meg, can you spare me a few minutes. I’d like to talk to you … in private.’ She looked at me q...izzically, wondering I suppose just what this was about. ‘Alright.’ We walked into the now almost reframed wood room that would be her new suite. It was Sunday, and the workmen were off for the weekend. ‘I’ve been mulling over how to approach this subject. I don’t want you to over-react, so please be patient with me. It’s about Yolanda. I think she’s. One hand grabbed the back of the Asian girl's neck as the other reached around and grabbed the front of her shorts as she let out an ear-splitting scream.Without a moment's thought, the man ripped open her fly and tore down the little girl's shorts and panties all at once, his other hand holding her head down against the book. Feeling her squirm and struggle beneath him, the man leaned close and growled ferally in her ear, his then free hand already undoing his fly, releasing the throbbing,. .. I'd ever do that with afriend of mine." I stammer, not sure if I'm disgusted she'd even suggestthat I'd sleep with a good pal of mine, that I'd even do such a thing inthe first place with any guy, fear from her tone of voice, or confusionthat even for an instant when he was close, I considered a few thingssince we were indeed friends."Good, because if I so much as see you looking at him seductively, I'mpumping you and Mark so full of my stinger you'll be girls all of highschool." She. Without a breath she talked on as if a dam wasbroke. With a slight grin on her face she told meof a Sunday after church with her first boyfriend.Her parents invited her friend to church with themthen to stay the day to enjoy a barbeque. As momand pop were fixing the dinner Dee and Ted weremaking out in the television room. Ted, with little finesse he worked his hand beneathher blouse then he pushed her bra up and fondledher budding breasts. He was nervous as he workedhis fingers under her skirt.