And some acne. Quite what girls were looking for in a boyfriend (sarcasm font needed).As I was saying, summer was here, so no school. And one afternoo... I was over at the neighbors playing video games (back then, it wasn't much) and we hear noise in the garage. Debbie was trying to get in, unsuccessfully, because her boyfriend had dropped off and split. Because he had got her drunk. And she was stumbling around the garage, tripping on everything.So we got her inside. And got her into her room.. She'd fought her attacker, I could tell, because the hem of her shift had worked itself lip to the juncture of her thighs. Then the thought came to me that her murderer might still be in her apartment. He wasn't.A quick tour proved that there was no one there. Nothing seemed to be disturbed. Her purse was still in the bedroom, closed, the way she'd left it the night before. I didn't touch it. I didn't touch a thing. With my back turned to her so that I wouldn't have to look at her face I called. “You had best be careful young lady. I told your hubby I would keep an eye on you and keep you safe, but I remember what we had way back when and I’m not all that sure I can trust myself if you don’t give me some help to keep things under control.”“I remember those days too and fondly. But I’m not all that sure that I can control myself. I’m so horny right now that even Jack is starting to look good.”“If you did Jack you know the rest of the guys would get jealous.”“You’re right” she said with. .." Julie started digging in her purse and then wrote her name and number on a napkin she'd found. Her pen was big and pink and topped with a little Minnie Mouse. I just stared at it as she wrote, wondering what I should say."Okay, um..." I looked at the paper she'd handed me. "Thanks, uh, Julie." Just call me anytime, okay?" She smiled at me. "I have to get home." Denise had been waiting impatiently and Kyle told me we had to get our popcorn and stuff cause the movie was gonna start."I will,".