“I can make you feel even better,” he said. “I want to make you feel even better.”“I don’t believe I’m standing here, talking to you abo...t this, in the middle of the grocery store!” sighed Prudence.“Then let’s talk about it Saturday morning ... at your house ... in your bedroom.” Bobby said it plainly, as it were merely simple conversation.“Constance...” moaned Prudence, trying to fight the desire inside her.“Send her to my house. She and my sister are friends now.”She was about to say “No!“. "'Cuse me." I say, all southern boy charm. She looks annoyed that I spoke to her, but I can get past that. "This here's ma first time at one uh these. I don't s'pose you'd mind tellin' me what I'm seein'?" I smile."It's a speed race. Fastest swimmer wins. At the end of tomorrow, the fastest dozen or so qualify." For what?" The Trials." When it becomes evident that I have no idea what she's referring to she sighs deeply, "The Olympic Trials? You have heard of the Olympics back home?"I swear to. I have access to all your information, your phone, your computer… Everything. You and I are going to get along just fine. I know you are not a slut. You are going to be MY slut. By the way, this thing you have with Jamie is over, you are my girlfriend now,” I said getting up and starting to unbuckle my belt.I couldn’t hear her crying anymore, just her loud respiration, as if she was about to have a panic attack, or a heart attack. When she heard me moving she started to get up straight, and I. One of the girls who was called Maralyn wandered off looking round to see is anyone was on route to meet up with us, Tracy, the other girl decided to stay put with me. A couple of minutes later, a very overly excited Maralyn returned, loudly whispering for us two to follow her quickly but quietly. Asking "why?" we were only told to shushhhhhh and follow her into what used to be the girls side of the toilets we crept behind Maralyn, not sure what the hell we were looking for to be told by.