’ ‘Oh yeah,’ she whispered, standing in front of the dressing mirror. She watched in the mirror as he slid to the edge of the bed, and sat behin... her. His head was level with the small of her back, and his hand slid up the inside of her thigh. With his other hand, he lightly pushed her upper body over, and she rested her hands on the low dresser. With both hands he caressed her legs, sliding her skirt up, until the slit revealed her round bottom. He kissed her lightly on one cheek, then the. .” Stacey furrowed her brow. “Stand on one foot, pat your head, and rub your tummy.”Kendall did that, squirming, shifting, almost falling over as she strained to stand on one foot. A look of such concentration crossed her mocha-brown face as she fought to concentrate on doing this activity.“This is ... hard,” she said.“You can stop,” I said, waving at her. “You can tell her to do sex things, too. She’ll do anything for you.”“Wow,” said Stacey. She looked around. “But, um, we’re on the street. ''Sure, ' I said.'I'll be round in about half an hour.'I hung up. Barney looked a question.'Your aunt, Demelza, ' I said.He thought for a minute. 'Shall I pop out for a moment and get some chocolate in?'Demelza had always had a strong predilection for dark chocolate.'Yeah, good plan, ' I said. I handed him a tenner. 'Good stuff, mind you.'He nodded. He's a good lad, is Barney. Knows just what to do. He went down to the village shop, which, happily for Demelza, sells a small and exclusive line. They'll be older anyhow, not in high school or anything." I'll go, yeah," Heather smiled. "I'm done with high school boys anyway."I almost laughed at that, but part of me didn't think it was very funny. She didn't know what she was talking about, Heather was just pissed because her boyfriend, the guy who said he loved her, had dumped her for a girl his own age. I'd already figured she'd want to go, just because she thought she had something to prove now."I don't know..." Debbie made a little.