I felt myself harden in my pants as I looked at her and tried to hide it by sticking my hands in my pockets. By her knowing smile, I knew I had failed... ‘Hey Shawn, looks like you’re ready for our study date.’ She glanced down at my crotch and as usual I blushed. It was the bane of my existence that every time I got embarrassed I blushed such an obvious shade of red.‘Uh?errr?’I stammered.Melanie laughed at my discomfiture. ‘Relax Shawn. We’re going to have a lot of fun tonight. My parents are. .. Ahh, please?!? Can I get it back, please, sir?" -"Fuck, you sound like a dude, miss! Are you? A dude?" He got his big hand under my small skirt and grabbed my groin :oI had made my face look soft and pink, had a pink hairband, pink jacket, pink blouse, pink scarf, superskinny pink jeans on with a pink small skirt over it and pink anckle boots. So fucking pink :o"Turn around, faggot! I got to take you upstairs for some questioning!" He grabbed my arms, forced them on my back. Then, he. Typically she'd be wearing denim cutoffs, leather shorts or army shorts, a tank top, black combat boots (which made her noticeably taller than me - she was already about an inch taller than me barefoot), white tube socks scrunched down to the top of her boots and fingerless black leather gloves. Sometimes she'd wear a baseball cap. I'd never know where she was hiding. Sometimes she'd be right behind the front door. Other times she'd be behind some corner or behind another door. Desiree would. "Pleased to meet you." I think I had too much champagne," Laura confessed. "I have to sit down somewhere for a minute." Me too," Jamilah laughed. "Over here. I think I'll collapse if I don't sit somewhere."The reception by now was dissolving more into happy chaos than before, chiefly on account of the flow of champagne, and no one really noticed Laura and Jamilah sitting together in the back of the room at a dimly lit table. They talked quietly and became genuine friends in just a few minutes..