Not skinny but muscular from working out, but not like big muscle types if you know what I mean. They went to their afternoon practice and I stayed in...Denises room on the computer. I was chatting with this guy and he was like 22. I told him I was 16, but he didnt even seem to care. He was telling me how he was going to fuck me and do all these things to me. I was so excited. I was sitting in Denises chair rubbing myself through my shorts. I was so happy to be on the computer. I heard the twins. Sluts could just shut their legs and mouths and be more conservative.Next, you have the jocks. Those are the girls you must worry about. They’re the ones that can’t hold their liquor. They can be like the sluts, where they’re too drunk to remember. Those are the girls that you must watch out for. The girls that get so drunk, they can’t say if you fucked them or not. Better to stay away from those kinds of girls.The virgins are girls that want to be sluts, but haven’t been lucky to get fucked. I looked at her. She was bent over, pulling things out of a pile, separating junk from leaves. Her butt looked round and firm inside her jeans shorts.“What are you doing?” I asked.“Looking for something,” she replied.“What?”She looked over her shoulder at me. Part of her hair had fallen forward, having escaped her pony tail. It hit me like a ton of bricks that my best friend was also ... cute!“Remember that butcher knife?”“The one you stole and your mother searched for for months?”“Yes, only it. It was a summary of SSA Hooper’s findings. I was surprised: I thought that war crimes investigations were very long, drawn-out affairs yet SSA Hooper had moved very quickly. And although it wasn’t explicitly admitted, it left me in little doubt that Dr Langridge had divulged some of Daisy Wilkins’s personal details to help with the investigation.SSA Hooper had tracked down Daisy Wilkins’s great-grandfather to a nursing home, where he was living out his final days suffering from advanced.