One minute she's rock solid, the next she's a fuckin' whimp. She still won't tell me who left the bruise on her arm last month. It wasn't me. I know t...at. I did leave one - by accident. She was being all coy 'bout goin' to the river with Peter an' me an' I grabbed her arm and pushed her into the car. We didn't do anything 'cause she didn't want to fool around which was cool but I just didn't want to be alone while Peter an' Trina fucked.But sometimes she's got other bruises, shit I know wasn't. I was glad my bra was okay, it was smooth, like a sports bra really, and with my blouse on it didn't show, or look stupid or anything. If I'd had to take it off, I probably would have gone home and I didn't know how Sammie could go around all the time not wearing one at all. I swear, even at school it was like she didn't car, but we had blazers there anyway.Finally, after we hung out for a bit, Samantha called her boyfriend and he must have been like right outside, because about two minutes. I washed my Ford Mustang and even cleaned out the interior. Finally, it was nine-thirty and I could go. It only took five minutes to drive over there, which made me a half-hour early anyway you looked at it.I rang the front doorbell and waited. It seemed an eternity before she opened the portal. My eyes must have widened at the sight. She wore a cover up over a one-piece suit. The silky material was tied with a sash and it allowed me to see more of my lovely Tina's breasts than ever."Hi," Tina. I stumbled up , with my legs and thighs messy from the leaked mobil and mud. I felt a push at the small of my back come on gambler , in you go. I stumbled down the steps to the basement which was a well lit one , with a bar and all the necessary instruments which a gambler would love to spend his money on , it was not much crowded, only around 6 people with a big barkeeper tending the counter. I moved towards the bar and perching myself on the stool ordered a beer for myself. Sure enough cool.