Damn teenyboppers, got no respect for older men.I was about to say something to Barry but he hadn’t returned. Was chatting up some cute 30’ish wom...n. Cute, no, damn gorgeous. Long, curly-blonde hair, bitchin’ figure, and legs. Damn! Those lean legs, boldly in view from the slit in her black silk dress: tanned, smooth and long as marathon mile. I could also clearly see she wasn’t happy, mascara streaked from tears, mouth downturned. Damned if I wasn’t getting hard looking at her.Barry returned. They seemed to walk a long time in the dark, though she knew it couldn’t have been very long before they stopped. He let go of her hand and she heard him moving about, the sound seeming to move away from her before it stopped altogether. For a long moment she held her breath thinking that her saviour had deserted her. She almost screamed when she felt a hand on her waist. Pushing her gently on and guiding her, another hand took the other side of her waist and she almost felt like she was. Mene dekha Rahul ke pant mai taint ban chuka tha per mene ignore kar diya phir usne mujhe pakad liya or kiss karne laga usne ek beer ki bottle bhi apne sath rakhi hui thi full party ka mahol tha per waha ham do hi the ye mai soch rahi thi phir ham dance karne lage phir 12 bzne ke kuch hi ghante bache the to Rahul ne cake or ice cream le aya phir 12 bz gaye or hm dono ne kiss karke ek dusre ko new year wish kiya phir hmne cake kata phir mene pucha jaan ab to bata do surprise to usne bola ok. ” she called. When the door opened she was surprised to see who was standing there. Rachel, her shoulder length red hair clean and combed, dressed in a white shirt and black jeans. She looked like a different person than the scruffy girl who had turned up at the house. She had been so clearly miserable, now she looked calm and confident. “I wanted to see you, to know how you are.” Rachel said after a long silence. She stood in the door way, not quite ready to come in. The older teen didn’t look.