"I don't like them."That should put an end to the conversation, I thought.Crissy said very seriously, "Well, Jenny, I think that will changevery soon....Once your hormones start working, you'll see. Won't sheBeth?"Beth looked at me. "Definitely, Crissy. It's just a matter of timebefore she starts to like boys."I rolled my eyes and gave her another dirty look. Then I began to thinkabout what she said. I know she was kidding me, but as Jenny, would Ilike boys when I grew up?Beth must have noticed. Becausehe's trying to protect you. Sounds like a perfect match to me. Pray tell,though. Just who do you think you're protecting him from?" Not who--what." What then?" Disappointment." You're the only one disappointing him." You don't understand," Marcia said irritated."What I think is that you're really protecting yourself." That's silly." Is it? Marrying Walt would cause all kinds of potentially delicatesituations. He knows that. Don't you think he's aware of that, that he'sconsidered it, that. She lay still as she filled her lungs with air. Meanwhile, Billy stepped up to Martha's unclothed ass and placed his right hand on her bare cheeks. He started rubbing first one and then the other in turn. Moving back to the first he ran his hand over the fuzzy lips between the two cheeks. On doing so he felt a slickness deposited on his hand from her slit.Curious he brought his hand up to investigate. As he got it close to his face he noticed a peculiar musky scent. Bringing it up to his nose. Do you want to come over and we can talk and just see, I guess, what happens?” “Okay.” “Okay.” “I’ll be there in like a few minutes then.” “Great. Okay. See you then.” Before leaving the house I raided our wine fridge and grabbed two bottles of my favorite pinto grigio – the one we were drinking that night – the night she kissed me. Knocking on Lara’s door, I felt awkward. I’d never been a booty call kind of girl. Nate was my high school sweetheart – the first and only guy I’d ever been with..