She hadn't really known him that well, so she didn't really care. Her mother made enough to support them. Her mother worked at SuperTech, a company th...t made all sorts of cool appliances, toys, and other things.Her mother worked in the engineering department, and built all the new inventions the higher-ups came up with. Because of that, their house was full of top-of-the-line electronics.For Emma's sixteenth birthday, her mother got her a new laptop that ran better than any computer she had. It was obvious that she was not wearing any bra, for her nipples were clearly visible. "You're all wet!" he said with a smile. I'll have to lend you something to change into."Raylene ignored his fatuous comment."You OK, Mr. Jack?" she repeated. "You want me to fix you up?" Fix me up?" he said, not daring to think what she meant. She explained. Every now and then Mr. Andrew would come round to visit her mum. He was a middle aged fellow, stocky, cropped grey hair. Unemployed but did odd jobs. Kerry and Paula arm in arm and Martin and I chatting about Warhammer, at least until the ladies were out of earshot then the conversation turned to girls.“Uncle Dave?” Martin asked. “How do you talk to girls? I mean really talk, not just boy stuff like Warhammer?”“Well she might like Warhammer, you never know.” I replied. “However a good way is to ask questions to find out what she like too.”“Krisztina’s into music.” Martin replied, “But I’ve never heard of half the bands she listens too.”“Best. . I try to ignore the disappointment that rushes through me when I realize nothing is showing. His towel is open to reveal his hairy, muscly legs that are spread wide, but god damn it that stupid towel is covering everything else. I quickly tear my eyes away, trying to ignore the growing feeling of need within me. I head over to my bag, and pull out my change of clothes. I look back at him one more time, and I'm sure I catch a glimpse of his open eyes. 'John?' I say again, loudly this time..