Since Alex learned to sit still most of the time, his old nickname of "Spaz" had thankfully fallen into disuse. His new nickname was not entirely to A...ex's liking. It was mostly used in good humor, and Alex learned to accept it without animosity. Alas, it was justified. Alex was short and thin. He was, in fact, the second shortest boy in eighth grade, and to add insult to injury, most girls were taller than him, too.Why, Alex wondered, was thirteen years of age a mystical boundary between. I am sure we are both quite different people now,’ Kristy continued to laugh, this time at her mother clumsy attempts at matchmaking. ‘Well I invited him and his family over for a barbeque Sunday afternoon. I expect you to be here and to play nice. He doesn’t know many people in the area anymore since most of you kids moved away,’ her mother said. ‘Sure that would be fabulous. I would love to catch up with him but don’t hold your breath on rekindling any fires,’ Kristy warned, ‘Memories tend to. Because we were male and female sharing, we sort of had an arrangement where if we were showering or anything we'd take our clothes with us and get changed in there to avoid any awkwardness or embarassment. Ten minutes later - much to my surprise - Kate came out wearing only a towel. A very short towel for that matter, tied just above where her nipples would be and showing off all but the very tops of her thighs.She looked over at me lying on the bed in an almost puzzled, inquisitive way,. Big Shot Detective couldn't find his ass with a flash light, road map and both hands. He smothered his giggles into his hand.And his partner, whoa, now she was something. All blonde, cool good looks and ice in her veins, sexy as hell in her uniform. He could imagine her strapped down to the table, spitting at him. She would be in that uniform at first and then naked after he cut each and every delightful bit off of her. He would be able to touch her everywhere, anywhere. His hand slid under his.