My hand had dropped to her waist and then to her upper buttocks and felt the firm muscles of her ass moving under my hand. The melodic strains of a cl...rinet floated around us.“Thank you, Howie,” she whispered in my ear.“For what, Mom?”“For everything. For this day, this dance, for treating me as a woman. But mostly for making me feel special. I know it’s been tough on you these last weeks. Your girl friends seemed to have dumped you and my sister Elaine and I may have used you a little too. In a second, my automatic garage door ripped out its track and flew across the street. Standing in the middle of my driveway was Becky Finklestein, wearing a field hockey skirt that was laughably inadequate to cover her thighs, and a sleeveless field hockey blouse that couldn’t sufficiently cover any part of her bulging torso. And she looked pissed.“We were supposed to be friends, Mishhhter Parker,” she spat. Her muscles were twitching, seemingly involuntarily, as if responding to the rage that. More

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