She found the jewellery box in the tucked-away corner of an antiques shop. ‘Perfect’, she thought. ‘She’ll love it.’ … The wide smile she ...ave as she ripped open the gift-paper. ‘Thank you…’ Her warm, sweet scent enveloping them as she threw her arms around her lover, delighted. ‘It’s beautiful.’ The box had survived. She hadn’t. She opened the box, unlocking it with its tiny key and carefully took out the letters. They were colourful, written on flirty stationery, bound with a red ribbon. Full. You can just go and pick up your girl, and leave."The two men looked at each other. "We ain't got no better place to go," Franklin said. "We going to go ahead and trust you. The girl is my daughter, Geneva. Geneva Franklin. She's 14. We got her hid, in a building downtown, there. You want, we can go together, back to get her." Sounds good," Roald said. "You need this car you brought?... Or you can come in the van, with us." We got all our stuff, in the car," Raymond Pryor said. "How about, you. I mean, past that ‘give your little friend a kiss’ thing that moms do to their kids. First kiss because ‘here’s this wonderfully exciting person and she’s attractive and it would be nice to kiss her’ kiss. Electrifying.Rachel and I sort of learned to kiss together. I’m sure she talked with others. I’d heard talk of ‘French kissing’ from other males my age. Didn’t sound like a big deal even though they made it sound like a big deal.It’s a Big Deal.She’s the only girl I’ve kissed. We vowed that. She began to fuck herself hard with her fingers, the wet sloppy sounds the only the two made as she stared at him and he at her pussy. She watched his cock and imagined it in her, he watched her fingers fucking her pussy, as they slid in and came out wet and shiny and wished they were his fingers, he wanted to taste her. Jessie turned her hips up so he could see into her pussy as she fucked herself and added a third finger. She was moaning and thrashing around and wanted to cum. She leaned.