You're entitled to privacy, too.” Carol tilted her head and asked, “You don’t have any girlfriends that you can get together with? You’re kind... handsome, fun to be with, and very sexy.”Jake shook his head and replied, “Between school, restoring my Camaro, and the side jobs I take on, I don’t have much free time. And it’s not the same, about the privacy I mean. You were bringing me dinner. But I was…” he couldn’t finish the sentence. “I’m sorry I betrayed our friendship and your trust.”Carol. Benson prepared her husband’s. Once our plates were filled, the ladies sat and prepared theirs. There was little talk at the table. The only real talk was Mr. and Mrs. Benson correcting my on my table manners. I was told to chew with my mouth closed, to take my elbows off the table and to slow down eating because there was plenty. When we were done. Mr. Benson excused Tommy and I to go bathe. We stood up from the table. I looked toward Heather and she smiled and blushed. I smiled back, confused. The other thing I did not think about was me exposing my back. My back is riddled with scars. Some people find my scars repelling, since it's obvious the scars comes from v******e. It's my marks from an interesting youth.I throw my rucksack on to my back and turn towards the girls, who were now totally changed. From walking in the last fashion of hiking gear, to now wearing tight-fitting tights shorts type ala Spandex, and with subsequent tight top. I was completely speechless and recognized. " I turned to her. "What do you mean they don't like you? You're adorable!" "That's the problem. The boys want the hot skinny girls. Nobody wants the fat girl." I could see that this was seriously weighing on her. I put my arm around her and pulled her closer. "Those boys are idiots. I never date skinny girls. I prefer girls built like you." She looked up at me. "Why?" "Well, because I like a woman with curves. I like nice boobs and a nice round ass. Nothing worse than a bony ass." She giggled..