Wrapping the bra cup around Mr Stiffie, I started stroking. Getting into it after a few moments, I slid off my sandals and stepped out of the trunks. ...he wind blew moist on my back in through the bedroom window my aunt and cousin had left open. I would … leave my … cousin … a nice little … stain … in her bra … UUUUNNGGGHH! ‘Allen?’ I heard my mom come up the stairs. Shit! I seemed to have my own personal do-gooder angel today, sabotaging everything I did. I shouldn’t be in this room, especially. Misty went to the counter and spoke to a grizzled-looking man who looked to be in his mid-forties."I'd like to get some tokens for the video booths," she said, still looking around. The man at the counter just smiled, taking her money and handing her the tokens. "This is it!" thought Misty as she approached the black curtains. As she walked into the back room, she heard the sounds of various porno movies mixing together. The booths were arranged in two columns of four, with many men hanging. Pushing the paper aside, Layla turned her attention back to the vibrant summer fields. ‘Fuck, how am I gonna get out of this,’ she thought.*The shrill of the bell rang out. “The bell does not dismiss you, I dismiss you,” yelled Mr. Richmond above the noisy students as he sat behind his large oak desk.The groans of the settling students filled the room as the students remained seated. Layla glanced at the teacher who continued to read the papers as the silence descended upon the classroom.“You. So we spent the day blowing things up and generally adding to the smoke in the neighborhood. It sounded like a war zone for most of the day.There was a parade and then the festivities in the park got going. A traveling carnival was in town and was a big hit. The park was full of people sitting on blankets while their kids ran around and popped firecrackers, which were the only fireworks allowed in the park.It seemed like a perfectly normal 4th of July except there was one part of “normal” I.