"Oh, the questions they had... First they wanted to know what all I had done to them, then there were the standard "What else can you do?" and "How lo...g have you had it?" kind of questions. I told them as much as I felt would be safe, and avoided mentioning anything which might bring up even more questions when I could.I had the lights down pretty low in order to help them feel more at ease with their nudity, and after a while they began to relax and enjoy laying around on the satin and velvet. Most halfway intelligent gringo girls were afraid of any group of three or more Latin boys at night, whether they were members of a gang or just hanging out.Lisa listened to the minds of the boys she was walking toward. They expected her to turn and seek an avenue of escape, so she decided to play their little game. She stopped and looked behind her. There were also several boys following her. They had surrounded her before she'd even gotten up.Lisa grinned, recognizing the predatory nature of. I walked downstairs with Greg, and saw her. The girl he was talking about. I thought that someone willing to do this kind of thing might not be such a looker, but I was wrong. Christie was a gorgeous brunette with at least D-cup breasts capped in dark, firm nipples. As I walked down, she was cupping them, as she sat on her knees, nude on a loveseat with an awful pattern that rejected every other piece of furniture in the living room. I got onto the loveseat in front of her, and just... Threw. "I'll see you at Sunny Acres on Saturday!" it announced. It was unsigned and seemed hastily written. The handwriting was unfamiliar.She looked around the room — but then, people had been here from both grades and pretty well all classes. There was no way she could figure out who gave this to her."What's that? A love letter?" asked Linda, looking over Rebecca's shoulder."Maybe, but I don't know." She showed it to her friend. "It's not someone in the Swim Team or the Support Group, they all know.