I knocked his door and listened, my face in front of his spy-hole, he needed to see my youthful femininity, and want to admit me, and if he did, then ...e was in the mood.I could hear him cough as he shuffled to the door, then silence, as he peered through the glass peep hole, I standing back knowing he would be looking at not just my prettiness, but my body in profile.He opened the door and peered out, looking my up and down, as I smiled my best and bade him good morning, and my ridiculous. My cousins started teasing me by saying that I was in big trouble and that I was sure gonna get it. I wasn't sure what I did wrong but I knew that I had to run inside the house real quick. Once inside, I was told to lock the front and back door to the house and to come to my grandma's room who wasn't home at the time, and close and lock the door behind me. I was trembling really bad and scared shitless. I still had no idea what sort of trouble I had gotten into until my Aunt Wendy ordered me to. , special relationship with it. The conversations that flew were the usual: boasting about "nailing" girls, and have all sorts of wild and deranged experiences that were most likely false but let the small ego-ed guys feel like the kings for 15 minutes.I tried to be small and get out of there as quickly as possible but while I was soaping up and guy two years older than me in EVERY physical aspect let his soap slip onto the floor, I bent down to pick it up and when I lifted my head I had HIS. I want to sleep in the same bed with dad every night.“How do I explain things to Wendy?”“I think you just have to be honest with her. We don’t know how things will go in the future. Wendy may feel the same way you do when she is fourteen and then you two will have to figure out how to share, or she may feel differently and want to concentrate on playing basketball or volleyball. Then she would need to go to a boarding school so she can play,” Beth said.There was a knock on the door. Mandy.