"Anyone home?" Katie asked me with a smile."Nope. She's gone. Daughter is gone. They won't be home for quite some time. Why?" I finally asked."Let's g... inside," Katie said.I was scared shitless."It's the middle of the afternoon," I finally said.She shrugged. Looked at me with a smile, and said nothing.I finally spoke."I just don't want to get caught," I said.Katie shrugged and just said okay.I couldn't believe I was going to do what I was going to do.I pushed her against the garage wall, felt. Actually I screwed up twice."Even in the dim light of the room I could see the suspicion on her face. Or maybe I just knew her so well that I knew it would be there."And just how did Mr. Anthony Marion Sims screw up? Twice?" Well, I volunteered to make the hotel reservations for Mrs. Hancock." Mrs. Hancock was the president of the PTO, the Parent-Teachers Organization. "I got all the team rooms on the same floor except two." Would that be the room that you're supposed to be sharing with Mark at. Not my little girl! She isn’t a slut like that!”“Dad—”“So then he goes on to say that the girl, Samantha, was it? I guess she’s the bitch who ratted you out. Anyway, This bitch shows him a video where you can see the boys, and a girl, with long blonde hair and a blue and gold ribbon tied in it, on her knees in front of one of them. She has her hands on his hips and her head is bobbing back and forth.”Ashley sank back into the couch, red-faced and ashamed.“And you can hear one of those little. "I don't ever talk about the girls that I date! EVER!" he said very angrily to each girl. Word of those conversations spread up and down the beach, and the effect differed. Some girls openly declared that to be confirmation that Rachel said no, while other girls were more circumspect and considered his confidentiality a big plus.The beach competition among the girls was put on hold temporarily while Robbie experienced a life changing event. Apparently, to most men, turning sixteen is as.