”“I sense a conspiracy,” I grinned.“Conspiracy?”I nodded, “You, Jeannette, and Marie ensuring I’m there for Angie when she IS ready.”�...�Busted,” Melody said grimly, sagging back into the couch.“Why the long face?” I grinned. “I wasn’t offended or upset. I’m totally not surprised that Jeannette and Marie would do something like that. But I need you to tell me straight - have you been straight with me in everything we’ve talked about?”“Yes. My roommate did get on my case and only then did I talk to. "We could go see a movie or something. This is probably going to be kind of boring."I didn't actually want to leave, but I didn't have much good reason to stay either. "I don't know," I said, stalling. "Maybe the second half will be better?"Becky rolled her eyes. Her mind was already made up, I knew.Right then, my cell phone buzzed. It was Coach Tanner ("Uncle Dale" in my contacts, to avoid suspicion). I couldn't answer in front of Becky, of course, but I wanted to. He NEVER called me during. Slowly and without her realizing it, the young teenager began to fall under its magic spell, making her feel free, uncaring, devil-take-the-hindmost. She felt warm comradeship to David now, grabbing his arm as he told jokes and she laughed, giving him side-long glances of provocativeness, loving the world and herself and wanting him to like her as well. Wendy rested her chin on her drawn-up knees and dreamily leaned against David Preston to let him know that she was enjoying the day, and his. ” Dianne gasped. “Eight inches? Really? Will isn’t even close to that. Does bigger feel better?” Debbie sat up a little straighter. Her boobs slide a little above the water line and her leg moved directly against Dianne’s. “Well I know the politically correct answer is it doesn’t make a difference . . . but I think so. Still, Gary is the only guy I’ve ever been with so I guess I have no way of comparing.” Dianne looked thoughtful and said, “Yes me too, I have no way to.