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Sandy Henderson sat next to her husband, Rob, high on the bleachers. The basketball game was nearing half time, and she was already pissed off.
One of the reasons for her feeling was that her son, Joey, would not sit with them. He had gone to the lower benches where he sat with a few friends. To Sandy, Joey was not yet old enough to run off by himself in crowds. Another reason she was pissed was the fact she knew very well that Joey was intensely interested in one of the girls belonging to the cheerleading team. And she was pissed because Joey would not listen to her arguments that the girl was too old for him.
Sandy had to admit, privately, that Lori Layne was certainly something to look at. Lori was the most beautiful girl in the school. Without trying, Lori actually radiated sexuality. She had honey-blonde hair that bounced and swirled about her exceptionally beautiful face. Her pale-blue eyes sparkled with merriment, flashing in a flirty manner that came across innocently, as if she had no idea of what she was doing. Her mouth was full, always moist, with soft, warm lips. Her manner was friendly, with a smile for everyone.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.