With a scream of ‘ GOTCHA!’, one of the four girls who, all but one, looked much older and certainly stronger than he, grabbed him by his shirt co...lar and yanked him onto a side path. He was knocked to the ground and instantly surrounded by the gang of tenth and eleventh graders.The girl towering over him asked, “What’s your name and how old are you, boy?”When he answered with a stutter “vv ... v ... Victor and I’m f ... f ... fourteen”, she smiled and turned to her comrades and chucked, “. ” With that, he escorted her from the livingroom and down the hallway to a small bedroom.Once inside, he gently removed her dress and nuzzledher neck. “If you have any doubts, tell me now.” Shegiggled and answered; “No, I want to do this. For you,and for me.” He nodded and smiled. “That’s my goodlittle girl.”From a dresser, he removed several items. First camethe hood. It was made of leather and went over herhead. When she wore it, her eyes were. "Not anymore. It's the charm of wit and elegance only found in a woman of maturity and intelligence and confidence." Thanks," she sighs and pulls his head down and twists her head up for a kiss."The fact that you're awesomely cute only adds to my adoration of you." Whatever it takes, my love," she grins.He chuckles. "You are a wicked, wicked girl."Nick might reconsider his opinion of his companion being remarkably mature for a sixteen year old (her birthday occurring a month before) except the. She was lying in a hammock that was strung between two of the posts that held her porch roof up."Hi, Bobby," she called out. There was something different in her voice, like she was worried about something."What's up?" I asked."You're still talking to me?" she asked."I guess so," I answered.She got out of the hammock. She was wearing a tank top, and she looked really good in it. She looked up and down the street."Got time for a good deed?" she asked, hesitantly."Sure, if it doesn't take too.