He’d long lost interest in the males of Jackie’s family because of their unfriendliness and mean ways. For years every Sunday morning Jackie cycle... to Grandpa Jack Gates’ house and stayed on to cook the widower’s dinner. After dinner Jack would drive her home and wave and say howdy to the guys who’d line the front porch most times and stand like statutes. Jackie would collect her bicycle next day after school and cycle the seven miles home. It was Saturday, an hour after breakfast, when the. She was waiting to get served at the bar and felt someone press up behind her. She didn’t really mind, the bar was busy and she knew she was bound to attract some male attention the way she was dressed. Red “Fuck me” heels, a short schoolgirl style plaid shirt and a tight t-shirt of the band. She pressed her arse back against the person behind her, not knowing or even caring who it was, just enjoying the sensation. She got served and took her drinks and edged away from the bar.She got a good. .. me... and....I turned over, made a pillow with my hands and clamped my eyes tight.Where were we? What planet? We were in trouble. We had to find food andshelter and some way of signaling someone to come rescue us, but notjust anyone. Someone who wouldn't know who we were. Someone who wouldn'treturn us to Inser.He'd have his legs crossed at the ankle, his black hair in his blackeyes, his snaggletooth showing as he grinned, as the heat rose in mycheeks, as that hot stiff thing popped up. She gave me a naughty smile and sat beside me and started asking me if I liked her. I said she was a bomb and no one would leave her without taking the pleasure of their life. I didn’t want to waste much time I gave a gentle kiss to her immediately and she started responding back. We kissed for more than 10 minutes and slowly I pinched her nipple on top of her t shirt. She let a loud moaning and she kissed me more passionately. I felt the feelings were like a nuke bomb, they went on multiplying.