One of the few here who's never killed anyone."I choked on my water."Killed?"The barman tilted his head again."Yeah, killed. Sometimes the gentlemen t...ke it a little to far and... you know..."He dragged his thumb across his neck and made a "kkkhhhrrrrt" sound.I understood and suddenly I remembered the bloody handprint on the man's belly."It's not appreciated if you kill the girls but it doesn't really matter either. We always got fresh meat rolling in. What's your name, k**?" Ed." My voice was. Living in a thirty-odd foot travel trailer with Mom did not exactly lend itself to lazy days. I didn't have friends my age. Mom certainly wasn't exerting herself to see that I had any summer activities, so I was on my own in the RV park. The only kids my age came and went with their own families, and very few people choose to visit RV parks in Alabama except for the odd weekend.I could've gotten in as much trouble as one person could stand, maybe more, if I had Mom's open mind about sexuality. There room was clean. The bed had the comforter neatly pulled back. She climbed onto the bed, Ron closed the door softly behind us. She laid on the bed. "come here baby" she said. I climbed up and went to get on top of her."Slow down boy" Ron barked. "we are going to take this slow." I was so confused. I needed instruction. I came up to her and gave her a soft wet kiss. It felt so good. My erect penis was throbbing. Ron got on the bed with us. He motioned me down towards her valley. Her knees. Her heels clacked against the hardwood as she took a couple of steps away, and then, moments later, there was a quiet 'flumpf.'Trembling with fear? Anticipation? Arousal? Jay waited, very much aware of what that sound probably meant."Okay, open your eyes."The bikini she was wearing was not obscene, but left little enough to the imagination. Her perky D-cups were pushed up and out by a pair of black latex triangles, cut low so as to display a maximum of lightly-tanned breast flesh without.