I made a guess on the size of her ring finger, and it fit, but was a little snug.She took off her necklace, and slipped it through the ring, and put i... back on around her neck. Whatever had been going on was breaking up, so she moved back to alongside me and we casually left the area.“Oh god, I want you to make love to me so badly,” she said.“If I do it badly, you won’t want me to do it again, will you?”“Always the smarty-pants, aren’t you, Mr. Love?”“Mom told me to make sure I filled the car. “You’ll hurt yourself, if you don’t control your movements.”Then, he maneuvers me down into plow position, with my legs piked over my head, and slides my panties off my ankles.“Somehow, I don’t think you’re interested in helping me stretch…” I grumble, as he modifies my pose again.“Squeeze your abs,” he says in answer. “Now, spread your legs…”I giggle.“Shh! Stay focused.”“I’m trying to!” I protest, “But my perverted trainer keeps taking off my clothes and feeling me up!”He laughs and adjusts my. "Absolutely not! Do you hear yourself? You mean to tell me that you would actually have Ms. Johnson believe that you enjoy wearing women's panties? Please!"Sam looked at his mother pleadingly. "Mom, I'm dead serious. I can't go to juvenile hall. I won't last ten minutes. Ms. Johnson doesn't know me. So she thinks I'm a fairy. I don't care. Please? Will you call her? Please?"Susan glared at her son. Before her husband had died, he had left them financially very well off. But he had never. .. you suck."Bob laughed out loud, he couldn't help it. He thought the guy was going to have a coronary. The guy certainly wasn't used to being talked to like that, and was literally sputtering and choking trying to get a few words of rebuttal out. He didn't make it.Heather looked at Bob and said, "Let's go, Sweetie. If this two-bit drummer wannabe wants to play ego games with someone, he can play them without me. Life's too short to put up with his kind of infantile bullshit."Then looking to.