“Have you tried the lamb tenderloin? It’s to die for!” “There’s only one piece of that,” I reminded him with a slight pout. “How could w... have tried it?” “Oh, sorry,” he quickly apologized with that cute sheepish grin. “Let me fix that.” He cut a small piece off, picked it up between thumb and index finger and held it out towards me. I leaned forward, aware of the wide-eyed look in our neighbor’s eyes, and wrapped my lips around his fingers, sucking in my cheeks and teasing the piece of lamb. We read Anais Nin and Penthouse Letters together in bed. We fucked everywhere, and all the time. She even claimed to be willing to have a threesome with her hottie best friend (which, unfortunately, never happened). With her youth and total lack of expectations she didn’t know enough to be inhibited. Now I’m warning you: Her fantasy isn’t especially explicit, it’s not the most erotic prose you’ll see and it’s certainly not that descriptive. Hell, it’s unlikely you’ll get off reading it. But it. In those first seven years, "book learnin' " had not come hard for me – I could slack off, take a glance at the study material the night before, and still make a "B" in the boring subjects, and all "A's" in the classes I enjoyed. Therefore, having finally gotten that damn piano off my back, suddenly I had a lot more time to ... take in the scenery.I could check out all the young budding curves, and also observe my 14 year-old neighbor who had now shown up for 7th Grade at my school. She was. We finished our meal and i told Susan that i was going to the toilet then on my return i would pay the bill then we were going to find some friends.On my return from the toilet all hell appeared to have broken loose.Susan was ranting and raving at the waiter who had stayed behind to serve us.she was calling him a paki bastard and other such things, adding that being a paki bastard he was not fit to lick the shit off her shoes, and with that she launched herself at him slapping him several.