Guys don’t dream of me.”“I know they do. I’m a guy. They don’t say anything….act all cool and everything…but trust me...they are soaking...up your body with their eyes. Taking mental pics everytime you wear a short skirt to school, imagining what color panties you’re wearing, wishing they could cop a feel with you over a beer. Trust me it’s not just teachers with pervy thoughts haha.”“Dad! That’s more detail than I was looking for. But still find what you say hard to buy. Other girls maybe, but. The one in front carried an old rifle, poised to shoot as he looked over the cave. The other led a team of four large mules pulling an old wagon. Oddly enough, the mules appeared to be blindfolded, with strips of cloth wrapped around their heads, covering their eyes.I watched as the first man left the cave, to return a short while later loaded down with firewood. Then he set about lighting a fire. He would eventually make several more trips, piling the wood just inside the ramp's entrance into. Why the fuck did you have to tell me about Uncle Bob?”“Because their girls are younger than you and he’s worried about them being able to give consent,” Mom said, her own ire rising.Her hypocrisy made his blood boil. “I never once initiated anything sexual with them and never pushed them to do anything,” he snapped. “I was perfectly happy chasing around Christina and Shawna. Amy was the one who started—” Jeff bit off his comment as he reined in his temper. “Nevermind. What happens between us is. " We agreed to date others. But I have to admit that seeing Stephanie with you didn't sit well with me." I can't say I enjoyed seeing you with Eric either." I was worried about what you were thinking Mark. I really like you. I don't want to screw up things between us. But I really believe we need to see others for awhile too." I was worried what you were thinking too. I'm sorry I didn't say much to you last night." It's okay, Mark. I didn't really know what to say to you either." Well... I.