Neither of them said anything. Robert searched in vain for a single word to break the silence in what was surely one of the most embarrassing moments ...f his life. Alyssa spoke first. “Did you…”“What?” he said, unintentionally sounding angry.“Oh God.”“What is it?” he said.“You heard.”“I didn’t,” he said, and immediately realised his mistake. Heard what, you idiot, heard WHAT. “Shit,” he said, and sighed. He turned away and pressed his hand against the bulge in his crotch. He heard giggling.“It’s. That school year, I still polished her toes, but I didn'tpolish mine, except when we had school days off.Eighth grade was little better than seventh. I was still small, and aneven larger percentage of boys were bigger than I. I still got pickedon, but my grades didn't suffer. I ended up with the best grades in theeighth grade of some 400+ students. That further incited my remainingtormentors. I complained to Mom, a lot.After the first of that year, Mom opened her own agency and we moved. She was sure Liam would have no difficulty learning the fundamentals of that type of kissing. She could still taste his lips and feel his tongue.And what would be the harm? She had been interviewed extensively by Mrs. Cyning the elder before she agreed to come to Liam’s birthday party. She’d been told in no uncertain terms that she was not there to have sex with Mrs. Cyning’s grandson. However, if the two of them developed that relationship she would not interfere unless it appeared the. I kind of figured that about Sam.Then I gave them some ground rules. Anything goes as long as Gretchen initiates it or accepts and plays along. Any time she says stop, they stop, whatever it may be. We have our own personal set of code words so I’ll always know how she’s feeling. They are welcome to stay as long as she wants to play. I told them I’ll be sitting this one out, it would all be about Gretchen and their told them that we almost always insist on protection but that the four of them.