I have a vague memory of sitting outside our humble home cleaning mushrooms with my mother. It was autumn, and the trees leave’s had turned into red... yellow and orange.At first, it was a rumble far away, my mother looked up thinking it was thunder but the sky was blue. My father came from the back of the house where he had been cleaving wood for the fire.“Get in the house, those are horses,” he said and ushered us inside.My mother and I hid behind the one bed we shared and as the soldiers. She was happy to see it once more. It had figured more and more prominently in her thoughts, ever since her first visit to Mike's garage. Seeing it once more, Jennie was even more firmly decided that she would have it inside her that day. Her decision made, Jennie beckoned Mike closer.He moved closer while he was removing his shirt, still unsure about the way that Jennie had changed towards him. She was acting like she wanted to be his girlfriend. Before, she was doing everything she could to. As we walked down the beech, me without a top in my boardies and no shoes, my sister in her new white bikini, that was perfect for her small round bum and cute perky boobs, I noticed she was looking at all the boys as they walked past. She started to try and walk with a certain sexyness about her, to my amusment it just looked funny. As we walked past every1 and came to a clear opening were there was noone near, I asked my s*s if she liked wat she had seen. And with a cute smile, she said 'non. "Jess tilted her head aside but didn't take her leery eyes off of him. He was unflinching, however, as if he was convinced of every word he spoke.His words seemed harmless enough, warm and social, Jess thought. Filtered through his cool smile, that husky voice, the dark eyes constantly tethered to her, though… he channelled all the hypnotic charm of the Big Bad Wolf or the allure of a smooth leather sheath hiding a hard-edged blade.Waylon finished up his beer and asked, "Should we go?"Jess.