Why he asked me to be his girlfriend, but I never formed my words to ask such a thing. Coming out of the bathroom everyone was in their own rooms.My h...ad turned in the direction of Mikes room. I notice he had just gotten there. Sneaky thoughts came to my head, but only led me to jumping on his back. His laugh made me all the more happy. He Flipped me over his head onto the bed. Giggling I sat up and moved my hair from my face. When he sat down beside I could tell something was wrong. Are you. I told my wife I was going to New York to visit my mom and she just shrugged her shoulders and said “have a nice time” and walked away. I packed a small suitcase and headed for the airport. I landed and took a cab to my moms place on the upper east side. It was a typical studio NY apartment. Small kitchen, and a built in murphy bed. I got there just in time for dinner and mom welcomed me at her door. At first I didn’t recognize her. My mom was always a beautiful woman, but had put on a. All right?" "All right," I said bashfully. Now, that was just one morning delivery out of the many, all that long summertime when the visitors were on their vacations, living in their old and new houses all along the beach road. Of course, there were differences. There were those who only wanted to talk about it, flirt with the idea, with absolutely no intention of doing anything drastic. They could come close to fooling you with it, too, into thinking they really wanted Him. Some there. She could never have imagined such complete humiliation in her worst nightmares. Here she was, standing in a bathroom stall, crying like a baby, standing in front of a boy while wearing nothing but her undies, a big wet stain on her panties plainly visible between her spread legs. She wished the floor would open and swallow her up. But she stayed in her position.He watched her in silence for a moment. Then he said, quietly, “Do you know what happens to bad little girls?”She was.