She took that as an insult, and well, maybe it was. Anyway, I apologized and all was forgotten. After an hour or so, we went back up to the house and ...eeded to shower off. The salt water, unlike the pool water, makes you itch terribly as it dries. I got to the shower first, but Zoe insisted that she needed to shower with me, because the itches were making her crazy. Zoe joined me in the shower. Now, common sense dictates that when you are showering salt off you and your swim suit, you get in. I pushed my bright blonde hair back, making sure he had no chance of noticing the tears forming in my eyes. “Well, um…” I said softly, trying to say anything I could to erase the subject. The tears faded from my eyes.He put his game on pause and looked at me. “What’s wrong?” he asked sternly. His eyes were in a lock with mine. I couldn’t hold back any longer, I needed to get something out, anything out. The tears began to form again. I felt my lower lip quiver as I looked down with my hair. The cops caught us and took us home. Normally, kids my age would have been arrested, but because my dad was a cop, they cut us some slack.Dad had been killed in the line of duty when I was twelve and I guess I never got over it. I can still remember the night the captain came to our front door and told Mom the bad news. The next few days were filled with the preparations for the funeral and the funeral itself. Like most cop funerals, Dad's was a big one. There were cops from almost every state. You're a woman, so getpretty, find a hunk to fuck your brains out and live happily ever after.At the rate you were going you were going to get your first kiss atfifty." Ew no! I don't like guys!" Rebecca stammered, still squirming inMarianne's grasp.Marianne spun Rebecca around effortlessly and quickly leaned in andkisses Rebecca firmly on the lips. Rebecca squeaked a tad in surprise assoft lips met soft lips. She blushed hard at being kissed by such abeautiful woman but could feel nothing of.