At some point, he turned around and saw me yelling and cheering for Brockton. He looked at me, smiled and shook his head. I winked at him. He grinned ...nd clapped me in the shoulder. It stung a bit. Not exactly what I was expecting but hey, we were having fun. Yeah, I got it like that! After the game, Marcus and I went to the nearby Burger King. I ordered two cheeseburgers and a large coke, with some fries. Marcus ordered the Angus. I guess he must have seen the commercials as much as I have. We. He would sometimes toot his horn at a friend as they passed. The friends would do the same. They spent time at the Dairy Delite having burgers and a malt. Then it was getting late and Vaughn had to think of getting Wendy home. She had a curfew. Since she was only sixteen she had to be home early. At least until her parents could trust her---and her boyfriend."Why are you driving down this way, hon?" she asked as he took a slighty different route to her farmhouse. She knew this was not the way. Lydia relented and next morning the Douglas Daily had a big front page photo of the four young women and the two mothers and a screaming headline, ‘Heroic Sisters Save Teens from Drowning’. She flared that editor and his team wouldn’t know the difference between a hero and their own asshole. Her mother yelled to stop being so disgusting and Lydia said sorry the A-hole word just slipped out. Shortly before noon there was a knock at the front door. Lydia who was helping her father paint the. Except for her blind fold, covering her eyes. Her romance novel was in the grass next to a bottle of wine. The bottle was half full. I looked down to see my cock was rock hard. I raced down to my back shed. I pulled out my lawn mower. I then heard his stop. I turned on my mower. I looked over the fence. He was heading to the gas station. I was heading for his wife.I was a few feet from her lounge chair. She turned to look towards me. She was still wearing her blond fold. "I can hear you, Frank!.