‘Baby, I can send you to the moon with one big stage.’ ‘Well, you certainly sound like my kind of guy. When are you going to be here?’ ‘How ...oes Thursday sound?’ ‘I dunno, it sounds like a long way off. I might meet someone else. He might be able to … come … much sooner.’ ‘Quality, baby. Yah gotta stick with quality.’ He was starting to snicker and Ingrid could sense he was having a hard time keeping pace with her. There were only so many clever retorts in his repertoire. They both started to. I would dream about those boys at night in my bed wearing my nightie.I would dream that the boy I had a huge crush on would be kissing me and feeling me up.His hands would be under my blouse touching my nipples as his tongue explored the inside of my mouth.After dreams like those when I woke in the morning I would be lying on a wet spot the front of my nightie all wet.When I was in my last year of junior high I met Daniel.Daniel was a man that lived Two houses away from our house.He was in his. Sit down girl. You are here and part of this family now whatever Bobby says. You are staying here in MY house tonight and at least for the weekend. If it doesn't work out, then we'll go to welfare on Monday." Mother's voice held the menace I knew so well from when I was a naughty boy. I felt like that then. She glared at me until I said I was sorry but for the rest of the meal I ate in near silence while mother prattled on about the shopping trip and the trouble they'd had with the bureaucracy. Oh my, it felt so good and slippery under my fingers. It also felt quite warm, and drenched, which came as no surprise.I lightly rubbed my index finger teasingly up and down between her labia, slightly pushing her thong into her wetness. Her hips began to respond to my stimulation, and she spread her legs open further still. As I increased the pressure on her pussy, I found her clit, and flicked it repeatedly over her thong, and her head rocked back and forth. She reached down and lifted.