She looked up at me and I saw confusion in her sweet little thirteen year old eyes, "Yes," she replied uncertainly,"I'm waiting for my boyfriend," she...explained.I smiled knowingly, "Yes John, he sent me," I lied, there as no seventeen year old high school athlete John, only balding overweight forty three year old me. I was the John off Facebook and she had already shown me her perfect hairless vagina and little titty buds on the web cam and now she was here all raging teenage hormones just. .. well I guess I could move out into the other room." She was flustered. The thought of actually moving out of her bedroom was something she never anticipated. She held her breath in fear that I would make her do just that.I put her out of her misery."Well this bed is more comfortable. I'll stay in here with you, if it's not too much trouble on your account."Her face brightened. "Oh, yes, that will be fine. I mean it's no trouble for me." Good then," I said and threw my pillow back on the. We will finish this at a time of my own choosing and in a manner that I find suitable.’ Then he stalked out, his back stiff and vibrating with energy like a plucked guitar string. I shook my head and smiled, looking at Gretchen. ‘See what I mean? I just have a way with people that makes me so popular. You meld with them, draw them out, and I confront them and make them hate me so much that they spill the beans.’ She stood behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist, burying her face in my. ”I gave a distracted benign smile and looked back at the TV screen. My head was actually boiling with what I thought might happen as the night wore on.Mindy returned about ten minutes later just after one of the goals. Blake and I had been noisy about the event. She asked, “What happened?”I explained dismissively, “Bruins got a goal. Lots of the game left, though. I think the Blues are outplaying them.”Mindy walked further into the room with Blake’s eyes riveted on her. She bent over in front.