I decided I’d just forget the whole thing and take him at his word that I didn’t have to do anything I didn’t want to. The next day in school I...met up with him in the hall. I pretended like nothing happened, and so did he. But he seemed a little more distant, more withdrawn. Later, I saw him chatting with one of the popular girls, Brittany, in the hall. She was wearing a tight blue shirt, reminiscent of a sailor outfit, which showed off her breasts, and a short white leather skirt. She had on. I guess that’s OK.’ He opened his shotgun and showed the breech to the boys. ‘Wasn’t loaded, but I always carry it when I talk to trespassers. Tends to get my point across.’ He walked up next to the fire and warmed his hands. ‘Telling scary ghost stories on Halloween night are you boys? Mind if I join you? I’ve got a scary one for you.’ He sat down on one of the logs we had pulled into a circle and began, ‘This here used to be Indian land a long time ago. They lived and roamed all over this. She looked around the watching crowd as if seeking approval, then she shouted out “Ole” and sank down onto the thick, black shaft!“Bloody hell,” I exclaimed, my hand under the front of Mel’s short skirt. “That was a bit special.”“Very,” Mel agreed, “I know it was expensive to get in here,” she said. “But I think we can do better at our villa, don’t you?”“Anywhere I can get you naked,” I breathed and felt a hand stroking my hard-on.“Are we going then?” mum said from behind me and I grinned at. "This is silly!" I thought to himself. "Snap yourself out of it man," Itwas barely 9am on a Sunday morning. What gave me the right to expectsomeone to drop every part of their normal life just to please me? Jameswas probably either still in bed, or out doing something more importantthan composing an email to some tranny tart he had only just met.I finished my coffee, and went to strip the bed. The pillow cases weresmeared with foundation and the bedding itself reeked of sex. Althoughthis wasn't.