He had her bent over the padded arm of the settee and I could clearly hear the slap of flesh on flesh as he repeatedly thrust into her. One of her bre...sts had popped from its bra cup and she twisted and tweaked the nipple as she panted with obvious pleasure at the treatment provided to her by her stepson.I watched in rapt attention as they rutted like a mare and stallion and from the way they behaved afterwards I was confident that this was not their first time together. My own hand had slipped. "I am counting on that. I like the guy, but his ego needs a reality check. I play shooting guard. Roy is our point guard. Steve is our wing. He can shoot. Eric is a filler. With you under the bucket, maybe we can shut Rob up." Alright. Just don't egg him on too much. I would like to keep this job for a while."Jeff laughed and slapped me on the back. "No promises, my man." We got in our cars and left the parking lot. The next day I had an early shift since I didn't have any classes. Jeff was. She was in a car, with a man she didn't know, going to an unknown destination. But she had her cell phone and her mace. And she was sure that it was Jeff's handwriting. Wait! Her cell phone! She mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and took it out. Four bars. She speed dialed Jeff's phone.Voice mail. Didn't even ring. So either he's on the phone or it's off. She left a quick message for him to call her back and hung up.She noticed the small TV above and across from her and then noticed the. Looking back, I missed so many opportunities to wreak havoc and have fun… wasted times. The first time something happened, sometime after my 16th birthday, I was at one of those popular kids’ parties, you know, the type that all the cool kids get invited too. I really don’t know how I came to be there, luck of the draw I guessed. I was sitting on a couch, sulking around (I wasn’t really a party animal, I preferred the movies over clubbing) when I saw Trisha, the hottest Eurasian chick in the.