How does he not focus on that? It’s all I can focus on. I try to press it out. Nope. Not moving. I’m starting to worry. Should I have invited him...in? This isn’t going anywhere. I’m sending mixed signals, I know. Honestly, I just don’t want the night to end…and he does have a long drive ahead. I flick off the light but leave on the fan as I open the bathroom door. I turn toward the living room, but Ben Sheppard is standing at the other end of the hall. There’s ten feet between us. I didn’t turn. It’s my fucking birthday.” I ate a big breakfast at the Diner; french toast, waf- fles grapefruit, lemon poppy muffins, glazed donuts, sausage patties, orange juice, milk and coffee, all my favorites and more than I could eat. Stuffed, I drove down to the mall where Liz works. Still an hour before the shopping center officially opened, the stores were locked up behind lattices of metal. I rattled the cage at LA Reflections, the clothing store where Liz works as assistant manager.. ...Eventually I stopped trying to sleep and would sip one or two beers along side my dad until him and Shelley would sneak off and fuck loudly in their room. In this time I would sit and talk with Cindy who was a permanent fixture at these parties. She always seemed to interested in me. She would ask about school and how I must be getting all the girls attention. She would warn me not to knock any of them up or I would pay for life, blah blah blah. Cindy had two kids herself that I didn't know. When I gave him hugs, I found myself pressing my body as close as I could to his and stay there as long as I could. I made sure to where revealing shirts and short skirts with no panties on just hoping to catch him looking at my tits or hoping that I would get the opportunity to accidentally flash him my shaved pussy. This continued for several months. I caught him checking me out on several occasions and Im pretty sure he got a good look at my pussy a couple of times! I was getting more and.