"It's not that, it's......"The girls all laughed."Did he kiss you?" Yes." French kiss?" Yes." Did you kiss him back, stick your tongue in his mouth?" ... didn't want to." But you did?" Yes, Mary was watching and I knew I had to do it or she would have gottenangry." So you only kissed the one boy?" No, I kissed all the boys there." Why?" Well they turned off the CD player and we played Spin the Bottle." How old were these kids at the party?" 13 and 14." And how old was Jared?" 13." So you were. I spoke with Beth about what happened that night in the library during the next week. She sat across from me with a big smile on her face as she questioned me about it. She wasn’t really surprised when I confided that Matt’s image had been foremost on my mind that night. She told me again that he was hot but wasn’t nearly as cute as Mike, the guy she was now dating. As the afternoon wore away as we ‘researched’ our history papers in the library she confided to me that Mike and her had gotten to. It was getting dark and my bus to mysore is gone. But that did not dampen our conversation and we carried on. Finally, one hotel guy bought our story that we have traveled together from mysore and offered a room. But his charges were high. With no options we agreed.We went to the room and she wanted to shower, I ordered coffee and by the time she finished, coffee arrived. I helped her with it and started chatting again over coffee. It was pointless banter with various topics which I will skip. “Is there room for anyone else in that big old motorhome of yours? I sure could use a ride down towards my momma’s house,” Danny expectantly asked. “Room isn’t the issue kiddo. You are?” I sadly stated. “Come over here and look in this mirror,” I said ushering Danny towards a full length mirror. We gazed at her reflection together. She was 5’4” tall, red haired, freckled and built like a brick shit house. Her ample cleavage was exploding out of her low cut blouse and her jeans were so tight.