"All good," he said. "No one needs to know you were speeding. That incident, and the one that followed, will remain a secret between us." "Good," she...answered. "Alright, you're free to go," he said. Cordan released Amanda from her handcuffs, freeing her from his captivity. He handed her a spare jacket, and she put it on. Amanda slipped her flip flops back on and reached for her panties. She stared at the torn up item before she showed them to the officer. "You know, if I had known police. I didn't see a single chica wearing anything more than a bikini, and while many of them had some sort of thong-ish bottom, I didn't see anyone wearing a smaller top than mine. With all the exposed skin in every direction, I began to feel giddy, almost reckless with erotic energy.Kyle was apparently seeing the sights as well. He gave me a nudge and a nod up the beach, where he'd spotted a sunbathing babe wearing a top almost as skimpy as mine. But because her (natural, I think) boobs were quite. This included: the dirt bags, jocks, nerds, and every other damn clique that young idiots form in pursuit of an identity. The situation escalated into the boys reaching under her shirt to squeeze her nipples bare. It was so bad it was happening everyday. The bus driver simply ignored it. He enjoyed watching it from the rear view. For the 30 minutes she rode to school each morning, every horny boy took a turn squeezing her perky nipples. By the time they reached the school, the girls shirt was. "I didn't realize--"Brit stood nearby, laughing. For a moment, Lissa looked angry, but then she began to laugh too."That's okay," she said. "If I thought you had done it on purpose, I'd drag you to the bottom and sit on you until you drowned." Do it again, Jeff!" Brit giggled."Shut up!" Lissa snapped, but good-naturedly. "Anyway, I think it's time I got out."That was really too bad, in Jeff's opinion, but he had no regrets. It had been worth it.Since he didn't want to be left alone with his.