She'd not heard the likes ofit since she'd arrived in London. It was the kind of sound a cat makeswhen a twenty stone man steps on its tail, but were ... cat usual offersonly a single ear splitting shriek, this one continued as a morose wail.When she went into the hall a number of pale faces were hanging over thebalustrade above, wondering what was causing such an unearthly noise."WHAAAAA!" Marianne came through from the back of the house, abedraggled chrysanthemum, sobbing, face wet, mascara. I jokingly said to him “thanks for the scare.” I wentback to what I was doing not paying him attention tillI felt a cold object touch my crotch. Again I jumpedand pushed Sam away asking him if he was crazy. Afterthe second interruption, with reluctance, I told myselfanother time and went to get my cloths. As I bent over to get my things Sam again stuck hisnoise in my crotch but this time with some force.Enough to knock me over on my stomach. I some what gotup and turned to yell at. He said that he just didn't want to be left out..I SWEAR that's what he said! I stammered out a few things, knowing that David must have blabbed about what we did but I was so nervous, I didn't know what to do at this point. His dad then told me that it was OK, he knew everything and could I show him what David was talking about. I looked over at David and he just smiled and said it was ok, his dad was cool and also liked having fun like we did. I was literally NAKED sitting there, not knowing. He dressed like a gentleman – never came to church in a t-shirt or even a polo shirt. He was always in a nice, long-sleeve dress shirt and dress slacks, and he had these amazing thick thighs that filled out those pants – OMG! How I loved to look at his thighs and imagine them slapping against me.His black leather shoes always shined and they seemed to call me to my knees, the sparkling of those spit-polished shoes seemed to speak to me, “Kiss my feet, bow down to me!”I admit my clothing might.