‘Ah…Fran…look, I…I really need to get back out on the road,’ he stammered. ‘I…I’ll see you later.’ He turned to walk to the checkout...counter, but Fran put her hand on his arm and stopped him. ‘Greg, you really should let Abby know how you feel,’ she said softly. ‘You don’t really want to be ‘just friends’ forever, do you?’ ‘Ah…I…I guess not,’ Greg said. ‘And remember, Greg, Abby is very attractive,’ Fran continued. ‘If you don’t let her know how you feel, sooner or later, somebody else will. Do. ’ We have been playing this game for as long as we’ve known each other. Now the dares have progressed from ‘go leave Jimmy a note asking if he likes you,’ to ‘shoplift all the accessories for your prom outfit.’ If someone double dares you to do something you have to do it, there is no backing out. When the dares started getting dirtier and more extreme at 16 we all had to have some incentive to make us go through with the dare. We all had secretly made sex tapes that would be released upon. "Such a lovely color for your nails, dear. Did you go to the mallsalon to do them?" My mom did them." John smiled as he got a pair of sandals withstraps across the top, a pair of slides, a pair of sandals with anankle strap and a pair of one inch slippers that looked like theybelonged in an Arabian tale. Her favorites were a pair of MaryJanes to wear to church. John and his mother continued to walk through the mall until theycame across a clothes store. Once inside, his mother went crazypulling. We were naked on Peter’s bed sitting with our legs spread and over each other’s thighs. We were both intently enjoying each other’s cocks and the feeling of being manhandled. Suddenly, Dana burst into the room. Dana was a cute little blonde, skinny as Olive Oyl with bright lively blue eyes. She was two grades ahead of us and I saw her as one of the “big k**s.”“I’m telling.” She screamed and slammed the door.“She wont tell.” Peter said, “I know that she broke the windshield on daddy’s car and.