He is from Puerto Rico. He came in with a bottle of Boone's Farm Apple wine. Where we in college all over again? Did adults really drink that cheap st...ff? (We are all in out late twenties.)"Yo, Miranda." He greeted me. "Yo, Robert!" I replied in turn.Though Robert was the most attractive of the group, he was also the loudest and most obnoxious of them usually. "I need some glasses for the wine, Miranda." He told me. I steamed inside, thinking that I was expected to be the waitress too. "You. " She put her hand on my knee. "What about the next time?" You seem to be enjoying this." I said, taking another sip of scotch.I got no answer, just a wry smile while she removed her hand from my thigh and slid it up her skirt. I watched in silence as she began to rub the crotch of her panties. "Tell me more."Still staring up her skirt, I began again. "Well, the next time I cut the grass, she invited me in for a soda and some bakery. Only, this time she wasn't wearing a dress; tight fitting. "Come here. We need to talk"I shut the mower off and walked over to stand in front of the large man from next door. "I seen what you was doing last night. Ain't you a little young to be doing that? I don't care about pot, I used to do it when I was in college, but you ain't old enough to be doing that stuff. Did those guys down the street force you to do that? I seen you going down there everyday."I was scared to death. I knew smoking pot was against the law and that I could get in big trouble. "Abbie," Jake asked, "this might be a weird question, but I'm just so curious. Has anyone ever asked you to do anything that you said 'no' to?"She thought for a minute. "You know what, I don't think so! What do you know, I'm 100% agreeable."Jake chuckled. "It's probably just a matter of time. Someone will push the boundary and you'll see your limits." I don't know, Jake. Hasn't happened yet!" So what if I asked you to ... do twenty jumping jacks?"Abbie stood up and began to jump up and down..