Four girls, five if you counted Cindi too, looked at me with the old, by now, familiar 'deer in the headlights' look. What surprised me was that Victo...ia looked at me like that too. I had thought all along that she was in the dark about all this, just like I had been. Seems like not so much. All of them looked at Megan, seeming to take the lead from her. Waiting for her to speak. Who was this shy, unassuming little girl?"So, how long have you been sitting on that question, Patrick?" Megan. She looked out her window. I ducked down quick. I watched her stand up and walk towards the window. She was about to close the damn curtains!Then I saw her tits. They were pretty big for her small waist. Maybe she did have a boob job. Maybe she was wearing a push-up corset. My original fantasy about her using her tits to lure innocent boys to her house came back to me on its own accord. Hell, I thought, I could fuck her tits!Her arms reached up to grab the drawstring, but instead they landed. Picking the lamp back up she tugged the door open with her foot, then made her way out into the yard, holding the lamp up in her left hand, whilst her right arm hung by her side, carrying the weight of the pistol. Behind her the wooden door hung, invitingly half open. A cool autumnal breeze blew thick strands of an erie mist through the yard, seeming to almost glow in the light of the full moon. The cold from the slabs laid across the yard chilled her feet through her thin slippers, and she. Her knees were weak and she should could barely stand and all the while the butterflies in her stomach felt like that had grown teeth and were now busy gnawing their way out. He hesitated for a moment but she could see he was taking in all of her form, his mind processing it all every last minute detail.With a hint of the mischievousness in his eyes he said, "sure" and she stepped into his room. "Where's your husband?" he asked."Probably down by the pool," she replied, "He's let me have a Hall.