Rachel and I had been good friends ever since she moved here from Iowa.Rachel arose to her feet. She was 5? 4?, redhead, with a skinny body that was c...mpletely tan. Her face was very soft and when she smiled at you, you felt a warm, fuzzy feeling on the inside. She was wearing a gray T-shirt, which had purple lettering that I couldn’t make out. On her legs were black pajama pants, that had the word ‘sexy’ written all over it, literally. I became aroused by her appearence.Then Rachel placed her. The film he took me to see was a French subtitled one. It was about the suicide of a husband and the subsequent effect on his family. It was hardly uplifting and given my recent state of manic depression, hardly the best choice of viewing entertainment.Jake seemed enthralled though. He sat glued to the screen while I watched him surreptitiously out of the corner of my eye. He had a classic profile; straight nose and high forehead. Kind of like a Jane Austin hero, I thought dreamily. Then I. ‘Don’t worry, I won’t. My thoughts about you have been far from pure right from the start,’ Ren said huskily. Janey cast her mind back to the first time she had seen Ren. She remembered how he had told her that anytime she got tired of being with Hawk she was welcome to ride around on his bike with him. Knowing what she knew now she realised it had been a statement of his interest in her. At the time she had been struck by the green colour of his eyes and how they had looked kind. She hadn’t. We are going to make you feel really good”. Again she said, “I don’t think I can do something like this. I had better go”. The track guy then said “Listen, I promise, we will stop whenever you want us to stop. Just try for a minute and we will stop. I promise.”She did not say a word and the track guy started making out with her again. The other guy was trying to get her halter top off and my wife said “I was kind of surprised that I raised up my hands and got halfway naked. My bra was.