“Better wait till we get home.” I slid my fingers higher up her soft, smooth inner thighs. “You’re not…” I began. “..Not wearing a...y panties?” She finished my sentence for me in a whisper. “No Tim, I’m not.” My erection began to hurt as my trousers mercilessly contained it. Now I had to know the truth. “Simon?” I asked, leaving the word hanging. “Oh, he’s okay. He’s happy. They’ve offered him a job and he caught the ten o’clock train this morning. He’s probably having dinner with. ..Au milieu de mes jeux ?tait pos? une pochette de DVD ouverte.Intrigu?e, j'en regardai le titre pour me rendre compte qu'il s'agissaitde FernGully: les aventures de Zak et Crysta. Je sursautai. C'?taitmoi. Enfin, c'?tait, ? peu de chose pr?t le visage que j'avais vu dansle miroir.Je me pr?cipitai sur mon sac ? main et en sortit mon permis de conduirepour confirmer mes craintes. Selon mon permis de conduire, jem'appelait vraiment Crista.J'?tais encore stup?faite quand ma m?re me. Don’t interfere. Accept whoever I’m dating or I bring into the house. Besides, I know from what he’s said before, he thinks you’re a nice person. If he complains, I’ll talk with him.”“Thanks, Vince.”“You’re welcome. You do know my birthday is in two weeks. They’re having a party at the lake. Come down and bring the kids, for at least Friday night. Stay Saturday night if you want, or we can go home then. Mom’s rules, we won’t be able to sleep together.”“I’ll see what’s going on but that sounds. Why would you want to treat us so well?’ ‘Amy, you and Lisa made a mistake. Yes, what you did was wrong, but if I had not given you another chance, what would have happened to you? You would have went to prison where you would be locked in a cell for 23 hours a day, only coming out for a little exercise. You would most likely be either beaten up or raped and probably more than once. And when you got out, you would have no job, no prospects, and would probably have to turn to drugs and crime to.