As he checked his makeup and his hair, Andy continued to wonderif going shopping with her was simply her punishment or whether she wasgoing to do some...hing else to him. He went over to his bed and picked upthe handbag his mother had left there for him. He placed the makeup shegave him into it. He ran his tongue over his lip gloss and brushed hisfingers through his ponytail a little before he took hold of hissandals. Andy then slid his feet into his sandals before he turned andexited his. "James Prutton, you are found guilty by this court of armed robbery, contrary to the Theft Act 1968. You have been a career criminal and a community nuisance since you were twelve and I am not disposed to show you leniency despite your relatively young age of sixteen. Your crime was a vicious and violent act against a peaceful community and you perpetrated a wicked and terrifying crime that has tormented your victims. Furthermore, we note that you have shown no remorse, and have not been. “Cheers?” I offered.“Cheers!” came the reply as our glasses chinked together.I took a long sip but to my surprise, Libby downed half the entire glass in one gulp. I took the hint and matched her drop for drop.“Dutch courage?” I suggested, taking her shaking fingers in mine. “I’m nervous too,” I smiled. “And don’t worry. If you’re not ready now, then we don’t have to do anything. We’re friends first and foremost, aren’t we?”She looked up at me, still not quite able to make the eye contact that. Dress comfortable. Goodnight, Megan Davies.’ ‘Goodnight, Michael Henderson. And thank you.’ That was the start. Mike was wonderful company, witty, funny, fun to be with. He didn’t even try to kiss me until our third date. It was worth waiting for. The boys I’d been out with before nearly always tried to grope me. I guess it’s because I’ve got big tits. 36B, but they look bigger because my back is narrow. A magnet for male hands. Mike was different. He kissed them. We’d been going out together.