I need you, please." My voice was wobbling all over the place, tears running down my face.Somewhere deep inside, the thought of Margaret had made a sm...ll spark of my near extinct survival instinct flare, some inner vision of myself sliding into a new and even more lethal addiction shocked me enough to react."Tomorrow afternoon, 4.30pm." She said brusquely, and rang off before I could tell her that I needed to talk to her immediately more than I wanted her to use me tomorrow.Ben had gone; I was. I woke up to the sound of the metal door slamming closed as Mark came in. He did what he always does and walked into the kitchen to get himself a glass of water. I walked up behind him and slid my arms around his waist and rested my head on his back. “Well hello there. That’s a nice welcome home,” Mark said. He turned around in my arms and returned my hug. Mark kissed the top of my head and pulled me tightly against his chest. He sniffed my hair and said, “You smell nice.” “I took a. Slowly, at first, as if she were a tap opening, letting the movement out gradually, increasing the flow steadily. Her body was a precision instrument, interpreting the music, the rhythm and the emotion in the song. She let her eyes close, the pleasure of movement filling her completely. It was a sexual energy, but one which required no other partner than the music. The rhythm touched her more tenderly than a lover ever could. The beat, as it began to quicken, became more and more passionate,. He didn't have a girlfriend, never had one that he went with very long. So, she didn't think he might have even had sex yet, though, well, he probably wouldn't think she had either. And, we all know, she just did. Oh, did she ever.And now, like the rest of humanity, once she'd tasted the fruit, she wanted more, a great deal more. And Cody might just be the one to provide it.But there was more to do that summer day when these two girls surely found out just how horny a sixteen-year old boy can.