"Why did you let Caleb take his clothes?" Stewart asks."Because he wanted them," Dev says, "and he's a huge psycho?" he remindsus."Whatever!" Stewart ...ays. "You can't just let Caleb do whatever hewants." You do if you don't want to get your ass kicked," Dev replies."I won't fuck with Caleb," the biggest of us, Will, comments. "I like myface just fine as it is."I ignore them, grab Jenny's hand and lead her home. I have the key to thehouse. I'll be safe there.I hear the three bicker as I stroll. She was feeling very depressed. While Contessa was telling her problems. I reached over and pulled her to my shoulder to cry on. As I felt each tear fall from her face onto my shoulder. While stoking her long jet black hair (that went half way down her back), I said “You will see, everything will be better in the morning”. By the time we reached my house she had stopped crying. But she was still visible.I gave her the extra bedroom to relax in while I curled up on the sofa and watched TV. While. She soothed me still. "Oh God you are wet, little one." Her head moved away. I dare notopen my eyes to see, knowing what she was looking at. I shuddered. "Youand your panties are sodden. I didn't realise you were so wet, little one.Is this all because of me?" I couldn't move despite the total shame. Ididn't want her to stop touching me. "Well is it?" I tried to sayyes but my voice wouldn't work. I choked vaguely then nodded. Her fingers beganto play with me. I felt her all over my wet and. I couldn't help assessing the way she acted with the woman who was checking out. She appeared to be a businesswoman, similar to my age, pretty enough, not nearly as fit as me, I noted."That woman had better not be checking out my Bridget!" I thought to myself with a chuckle.Silly thoughts, I know. Mostly in fun. But I needn't have worried. I could see that Bridget was half-interested in her customer at best, though she was attentive enough. On the other hand, when the woman left with her.