As I was trying for the fifth and final time to get the hatchback on the Jetta shut, Abby came around to help me close it and said, ‘She’s not com...ng. She called me this morning and said she was too busy packing herself.’ ‘Ah,’ I just said. The hatchback latched and I stood back and dusted off my hands. That was it, packing done. Time to go. Abby just ruffled my hair. I flushed and pushed her hand away playfully. Abby was a good friend, she always knew what I was worried about, and how to. I supposed the only reason Ryan wasn't fucking Brittany was she hadn't brought a condom into the room, though that proved not to be the case. I watched Tyler slide his rubber off, tie a knot in it, and throw it on the floor.Thankfully, Noah and Ally were still on the veranda. Or so I thought. To my horror, they had been watching for I don't know how long. He was standing behind her with one hand on her boobs and one hand between her legs. I could see he was grinding against her back. She turned. It's in our wiring, we're born with it, we don't learn it." Yes. I heard about that as well. You said those very words to Melinda's mother before you showed her a good time."I started to say something but she didn't give me a chance to get a word in edgewise."Bob, I know Janet pretty well. I know how she feels about men and why. She would not bed down with ANY man as far as I knew, but she said after talking to you before and Melinda after, she couldn't wait to get you in the sack. All I can. I remove the rope tying her slender right leg to the head of the bed, taking a firm grip on her ankle as I release the knots holding it to her thigh. “Easy, darlin’; you’re not goin’ anyplace I don’t want you.” I say, emphasising my control with a stinging slap to her left buttock, leaving a deep red print across her pale flesh as she whimpers, both from the slap and the discomfort of blood returning to her leg. I keep my tight grip on her ankle as she tries to buck me off, her soccer-player’s.