”“I’m so sorry. What happened?” I asked.“They were all liars,” she hissed, and began to breathe hard.I became worried.“Who were?” I as...ed gently.“Everyone. My parents, my brother, my relatives ... all of them. Sharon was the one that finally told me.”She was talking about Sharon Riley. She’d been at the party when Lily had stopped breathing and she was part of the old crowd I no longer hung out with.“What happened?” I asked.“I was twelve at the time, and Sharon was my best friend. I’d gone to. He did a double take looking at what it was- panties. His heartstopped a second. Did April put those there on purpose? Were theyaccidentally stuck to the leggings? Surely she didn't... Did she? Hepicked them up, almost as if they intimidated him. They were briefs, likehe wore, but different. They looked so small, so delicate, and felt sosoft. They were almost the same color as the dress she'd given him.That settled it, it was intentional. This must be what she meant by"taking it to the next. We wander the sidewalk to Mark’s gate. He has one of those fabulous old brownstones with the rickety fence. He opens the gate and I walk into a jungle. Trees, vines, flowering plants scent the fall air. A small brick patio offers a pit for a fire. The lush grass offers a place to start one. He stops again and pulls me closer. He starts to say something then stops. I lean in to kiss him. I want him to know he has me, for tonight ‘How about a picnic,’ he asks with that goofy grin. I nod and we. She had soft full breasts and a mousy colored pubic bush. Even at 10, I knew Liz was sexy and wished I could see more. I spent that summer hoping to see her naked again and made it a point to sneak up to the bathroom when ever I could. I wished I could see her up close and in detail instead of from the second floor bathroom window.Then later that year we moved to Watervliet because Mom and Dad got divorced. I hated her for breaking up our family. She proved to be a slut and went running for the.