Robin was fifteen years old and I was already sixteen. She was kind of cute but certainly not cheerleader quality and certainly not nerd material eith...r. Dad referred to her as the girl next door type.Robin was my height, a few pounds lighter, and a B-cup. Her hair was reddish, quite curly, and it hung halfway down her back. She wore the normal miniskirts and tops that all of the other girls wore but she didn’t try to be sexy at all.When we first started dating and going to school dances or out. He brutally raped and sodomized Marianne and might have done even worse had not neighbors, alerted by her screams, called the police. Based on her description, Monkton was arrested all right, but ten of his fellow gang members adamantly insisted that he was sitting next to them on a barstool chugalugging a bottle of Ripple at the time of the incident. The best the local DA could do was to plea bargain the case down to disorderly conduct, and Monkton served all of three days jail time.. "I walked away as Miriam's husband started to protest. Like I said, it's avirus. Flower gave it to Phyllis, and she gave it me, and now I gave it toSteven. I bet he would look good in a bra.I walked toward the church, and there she was. My Phyllis. She had a morefull wedding gown, with sleeves and pearl embroidery. I smiled."We aren't supposed to be seeing each other," Phyllis said. "It's badluck." What's bad luck to a sissy?" I said. "Extra wrinkles in the ironing? Comehere, Kitten."She leaned. " I liked the words "my friend" ringing in my ears."I don't want to disappoint you, but..." and I stopped her right there."You were devastated by Elise's death as you told me." She cringed at the mention of the name, but I continued on, "but that doesn't explain why you push men away five years later. what happened?"She took a moment to consider me, to judge my character. "You're the first one to ask that question of me. I've waited a long time for someone to ask me."I waited. With a.