Marcy is always nice, even to the little kids when they get noisy or make a mess. She noticed my sisters and moved away to give us some privacy. She g...t stopped by a table of women, all of them older, wearing clothes that were too tight, meant for women twenty years younger. It wasn't one of her tables, but they yelled at her about their order anyway, real snotty like.Dad hadn't noticed, he was too busy drinking and staring at some coeds at a big table near our booth. To be honest, I couldn't. Her nipples poked through the thin material, revealing just how turned on she was. Looking at her like this had me feeling so turned on that I think I would have agreed to anything she wanted. Shortly after setting off, we had to stop at a set of traffic lights to turn right for the dual carriageway. We pulled up next to a transit style van and Jay decided to give the driver a treat. She looked up into the eyes of the man as we stopped and his jaw dropped when he looked down at Jay. She was in. I made my paces to the ball sighting it carefully, all ready hearing the cheering ,we were one point behind, this would clinch us a win against our great Camden High school. carefully sighting the ball suddenly snapping out of my strategy ,is that my business man over their ?? christ it is.... he has come to watch me playing, and who are the blokes sitting with him in their suits and ties ,? I know one of them by sight its the milk bar owner I buy a gelato from his shop near the railway station. The sun was just barely rising out the window."Should you be doing that?" It's healing up nicely." Still, she stopped, starting to run her hand along my cheek. She smiled at me, a perplexed girlish smile. "What is it about you, Eric?" She sighed, contentedly. "You make me feel safe." Then her face twisted; I could see the shame and pain pulsing behind it. "Even Mr. Rocco doesn't make me feel that way." Hesitating for a moment, she blurted out, "He called me, you know. Last night." Really?".