Quite a bit actually," she giggled, the night's alcohol loosening her up. "We'll have to sort that out then won't we?" I said, suddenly feeling embold...ned by the situation.As we pulled up outside her modest terraced house, she fumbled around in her purse for the cash to pay the driver and then jumped out. "My daughter is out with her friend and staying over," she said. "So we'll have the place to ourselves."As we got inside the door she grabbed me and started kissing me deeply and trying to. She was crying; frightened. "They're ... burning fields, houses, everything. They're burning, looting ... even raping the women."My attention focused and I inched towards her. "How terrible!" I murmured, acting my part. "Is that so? They're raping the women?" I nodded sympathetically and repeated the phrase privately, savoring its sound, liking the way that the words sounded in my ears. Suddenly the future seemed rosy and I was immensely pleased that there were ringlets decorating Christine's. The little nymphomaniac grinned and you knew that she'd take the bait, she simply couldn't help herself. "That would be nice - French is so boring. Bike sheds as usual?" Naw, it looks like rain. Second floor girls toilets'll be drier."Linda grinned and agreed to the meeting. "How'd you get on with Mrs Dougherty after school yesterday?" she asked you, clearly dying of curiosity."Okay," you replied, a matter of fact tone in your voice. "She's a pussy cat when you know how to treat her..."The. She also told me that she had a crush on me from starting days but she was afraid of saying this to me.I was only listening to her and riding my bike without speaking to her because I was in heaven and I took the long way for the friend’s home to spend some more time with her like this. She asked me y I am not speaking but I remain silent. We were riding like lovers. After about 1nd half hour we reached home but before 5minutes I stopped the bike and told her that we have to sit properly we.