“Mark, how…how did she –?” I couldn’t bring myself to say the word die. It has such an ugly aura of finality to it. “Well,” Mark paused,...then he continued. “A car accident of some sort. Three other people were killed, Jim, so it must have been pretty bad. The cops haven’t really said anything else.” “My God, no,” I whispered. “I’m really sorry, man,” Mark said quietly. “Is there anything I can do?” “No, not really,” I said. “Look, thanks for telling me yourself. You did good, man.” “You okay?”. I got a bit of a surprise myself, though. I had always thought of Tracy as being just another snotty girl, like all of Janet's crowd. But it turned out that in reality she was very insecure, and put on a stuck-up air both to cover for her own uncertainty and to go along with her friends. The real Tracy was rather sweet and shy. I decided to give her self-confidence a little boost and see what happened. I didn't want to make any radical changes -- I still really didn't know what I was doing --. She liked it.People in the large crowd undid her shorts and started feeling her up. Booze spilled down soaking her panties and shorts. Other drinks were deliberately poured on her tight little crotch. Her top was also stretched up by many hands exposing her breasts. Somehow persons unknown had unclasped and pulled off her little lacey bra. She was doused with booze and many tongues took turns licking and slurping it off her body. She said the attention made her cum. Terry was a bit of a. It smelled divine. I tasted it. Equally so!Because I don't make passes at young ladies of that age it does not mean that I don't find them sexy. What had just occurred happened because the 14-year-old was aware of her sexual attraction. That I took no advantage of this was of my choosing not hers.I sat back and watched television again smiling a bit inwardly to myself. I got engrossed in the programme again. I became aware of a presence to my right side but out of view. I turned my head.