”“If we leave the lights on, I can observe your technique and report back, if necessary!”“I don’t THINK so!” I chuckled.“So no lights th...n?” she smirked.“Lights are fine. Reporting back is NOT!”“So you will?”“Let me talk to my dad first, OK?”“What are you going to say?”“The truth. Then I’ll listen to what he has to say and decide what to do.”“It’s so weird that you talk to your parents about sex!”“I hope I can have these kinds of honest and frank talks with my kids. I think it’s helped me a. " And a bed?" Stephanie asked, frigging harder."A very small bed," Marie said, licking her fingers. "But come on, pull your panties on, girl. We're going out." Like this?" Stephanie shreaked as Marie pulled her up to her feet."Oh, yeah," Marie said.A half-hour later, the two cheerleaders were walking through a 24-hour mall in a community in the next valley. Considering the time and the distance, there was little chance that many (or any) of Stephanie's classmates would stumble across them. They. She didn't know what to think.All day long, in the back of her mind, she had been waiting for the boy to heap her with insults and spite. But he was now acting as if nothing had happened. She felt herself raise one small notch in hope, and she stooped slightly less. She looked through the cupboard shelves and poked around in the refrigerator. She was only stalling. Finally she peeked into the living room and asked, "Chuck, dear, what would you like for supper?" Oh, anything would be fine. You. "Kenny quickly rummaged through the small purse, finding only hairspray, alipstick and mascara. He looked up, seeing Trisha quite a few steps aheadof him as the cab pulled away, quickly realizing there was little choicebut to move forward."Holy fucking shit," screamed a voice that turned to a loud giggle."Miley! You're fucking Miley Cirus." You don't approve, Maggie?" teased Trisha, putting both hands on herhips and swishing her tongue. "I know you always thought of her as alittle skank!" No..