A recent high school graduate and the captain of her gymnastics team, Miranda is just under 5’ tall and weighs maybe 90 lbs, soaking wet. Strawberry...blonde hair, cropped short and as flat as a pancake. Not that I look you understand, but a man knows when a woman has boobs or not. And Miranda had none as far as I could see. But as cute as a button. Tight little ass and as limber as a gymnast can be. She dresses and looks much younger than her 18 year old body shows. Now Marcus, he’s another. Huge oak doors stood closed in front of me while a seven feet tall wall surrounded the house. Beyond the walls the murmur of a crowd drifted in the air along with the periodic crashing of waves against the shore. Two guards outside the gated compound refused to let people near the house and ignored their continuous questions about the resident inside. I remained standing wondering how I had gotten there and how I would deal with the mortification of him finding me practically in his house. Why. "She met him in one of her classes up at FSU." "Okay." he sighed, forgetting about her feet. "Well, I better get going then." "You still miss her, don't you?" Tyler looked at her. He nodded. "You'll find someone else, Tyler. Don't worry about it." "I guess." You're young and handsome. I bet there are hundreds of girls out there for you." "Is that what you did?" "Oh yeah, as soon as I broke up with a guy in college, I'd be dating another guy within the week." Tyler shrugged. "Heck, if I were. ." was all that Derrick was able to get out. "As I seem to remember you telling Admiral Hartwell, Derrick close your mouth, it's undignified." Shelby told him as she gently reached up and closed Derrick's open mouth with a giggle. Derrick nodded as he could only stare at the human Shelby in front of him. Again he reached out to touch her face and arms tentatively. Then suddenly, unexpectedly Derrick grabbed her and crushed her to him as he kissed her long and deep. Coming up for air a minute.