Something like Mary-Ann, or Mary-Anna. The party was still raving inside the house, people were still dancing and drinking. To his delight, Ben spotte... a liquor cabinet. He wondered why it hadn’t been raided yet. He was surprised to find it unlocked and stacked with booze. He spotted an unopened bottle of tequila. He grinned widely as he pulled it out, unscrewed the top, and took a bunch of long gulps.“You know you shouldn’t do that.” A boy said off to Ben’s side.“Fuck off.”He handed the bottle. The next day Vicki’s father discovered that she had left the backpack in his car. Curious, he looked in the teen’s backpack. What he found, under schoolbooks and some papers, were several packs of condoms; which confirmed his suspicions that his extremely hot and sexy seventeen-year-old daughter was having sex with her boyfriend. He certainly could not blame the boy for fucking Vicki. Even though she was his own daughter, Randal Ellis could not resist wishing that he had been the one fucking. It's what I want right now, and God knows it's all about me.I was cold when I said, "Show me your fingers." What?" she asked beginning to wind up."I want to see you hands and then I want to see your toes," I said shortly."You think I'm using?" she asked."Something has sure as hell come over you. I want to know what it is, yeah." I said."I haven't been using, but I don't think I'm ready for any responsibility," she said."What if I can get you into a real program, would you be interested?" I. The girls ether side of me had obviously been chatting to Wendy because when the teachers back was turned I felt a hand stroke my crouch, I looked at the girl who was doing it and she just looked back, smiled and carried on playing my other neighbour was taking note and smiling as I got more embarrassed. What I did not know at that time is my own little gang of friends at home also new. During the school holidays we would go out in the morning and come home in the evening with our parents.