I patted my dad’s shoulder, went to my room, grabbed some overnight stuff and fled to Stephanie’s.~~~“Why does every guy have to attack my boobs...” I complained to Steph as I changed into my night clothes, a white T-shirt and Spankies, those tight fitting little pants that are kind of like underwear.“Ha!” she laughed. “You’re asking me?”It was kind of funny, I guess. Steph has been a lesbian since forever, so she wouldn’t know much about teen-male behavior. But she was my best friend, and I. .. just before he fucked her!"Ah... n... no, baby!" he stammered, getting to his feet, "I... um... your mother wants me to drive down to the store and get some stuff to take with us to the match. I'll... er... I'll see you later, hon!"Hurriedly, Dave walked towards the car. He had to, before someone noticed the huge bulge forming inside his shorts. Julie watched him go. She was beginning to like the sudden power she had over men, the ability to turn them into gibbering idiots at the very sight. Or, at least that is who I thought it was. She was dressed like the rest of the women, a Can-Can dancer. He was dressed as Superman. In character, he had pants on that revealed a large bulge between his legs. I took Joan by the arm. After we were alone in the bathroom, I gave her a different wig, that was exactly like the rest of us were wearing. Even Danny would not recognize her now.Charlie had commented that he thought that Joan was at the point in their marriage, where she could be seduced,. The Marine Corps instructors who stressed the value of aggressive behavior never guessed the hair trigger of his kill zone.He controlled himself in the hand-to-hand combat class and the use of deadly weapons course, ever considerate of his opponent. His closest call came on the grenade range when he held the cold, heavy "frag" in his hand. The knowledge that he had the power of life or death in his hand caused him to shake and break out in a sweat. His instructor misread his reaction and.