" I immediately took the straw hat that was hiding my eyes from the sun and relocated it over my engorged member. "Who the fuck are you?" I shrieked, ...eing, in my hermit-like existence, somewhat rusty in the art of polite conversation. "Well, there's no need to be rude," Vanessa corrected me. Now that my eyes had accustomed themselves to the bright light I could see see that she was an attractive red head in a brightly coloured floral beach wrap. She was just pushing down her sunglasses so that. The driver and conductor talked in pushto language for a few seconds. I understood nothing, however, I was some how sure that it was about me after seeing my panties and nipples.The driver told the conductor to go and make the truck ready for departure. He left. The driver dragged his chair next to me so much that our legs were touching each other. He placed his hand on my thigh and smilingly said “Tum buhat achay lagay ho” “Piyaar karwayo gay?” “You are being nice, would you be interested in. ” “She is; it’s something you have to learn about L.A. People come in all shape, sizes, colors and genders here. Treat everyone like you would like to be treated and you’ll be fine.” “Well, I was nice to her. I just didn’t want to go home and sleep with her, which is what I thought she was going after. I’m sorry; I’ll try and not think everyone wants to get me in bed, Janelle.” “So, if she were pretty and a model what would you have thought?” Kelsey giggled and looked at her sister, waiting. This was in 1960 when the Catholic church around Los Angeles was powerful. They had an awful lot of young people believing that they would go to the fires of hell for eternity if they even THOUGHT about doing what we were doing today. I never believed any of that nonsense, but there were lots of k**s (and adults) who did! So getting into sex games at some twelve or thirteen-year-old party was a big deal. I had never seen a boy shoot his stuff, so I was interested on several different levels..