I imagined her being fucked in one of the simple nipa huts on a reed mat, or out in the coconut plantation - her body naked, all covered in sweat as t...ey did it in the tropical heat. I was even more obsessed with her and her knickers now. I desperately wanted to find out about her sex life now that she wasn't doing it with me. I don't know what drove me on to torture myself with finding out exactly what she was doing. But I'd search her room on a Sunday looking for evidence from the night. “You’re making me feel all goose-pimply.”Her nipples were small, but rock hard. Then, suddenly, and just as quick as she had sat down on my lap, Jamie bolted. I peeked out the window and watched her re-take her seat on the chaise lounge.“What the hell?” I thought to myself. This teenage nympho had just come up to my office and teased the hell out of me, then ran off like a scared deer. I was steamed.I watched out the window and plotted my next move. I retreated to my work, but couldn't get what. Clifford Darden slid out from under the back end of his 2008 Mustang GT. He'd been doing some work on the car's suspension. He needed stiffer upper and lower control arms to keep the pony car's rear end from hopping every time it hit a bump or a chuckhole.The car had a lot of power but getting all of it to the road was difficult. He wondered why the hell Ford still refused to give the car an independent rear suspension. Shit, most of them came with a limited slip rear differential anyway. So. Now, as a seventeen-year-old, I was still having trouble getting along with the opposite sex. I was terrible at talking to them and even worse at attempting to get a simple date to the movies or to a school event. It was really frustrating, and it was something that was on my mind day and night.I figured it was a good idea to have a wingman for the whole dating thing and who better than my best friend, so I went looking for him to see if he was available for the night.I rang the doorbell and,.