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smiling at me, Cassie said, “Come on.”
Moving a little ways away, and spreading out the blanket, we quickly sat down. However as I drove by, I saw there was a car in the driveway, and figuring it was probably her parents, I kept driving. I think we were both a little nervous, because we really didn’t saying anything as we walked over to the beer tent, but then as we stood in line, I casually asked, “How old are you?”
Hesitant at first, thinking about what to say, she eventually said, “I’m 21.”
I couldn’t help but give her a concerned look, I really hoped she was at least 18, but felt she was probably much younger given her immature mannerisms and, “Oh my,” her little body. Immediately, she went over and sat on the edge, and then laying back she said, “I’m tired.”
I knew she must have been joking, but looking at her, I moved closer and asked, “Tired, why are you so tired?”
Cassie, with out hesitation leaned up on her elbows and smiling said, “Well, it was a long day.”
I agreed it had been a long day and hot too, but as we looked at each other, and I moved closer, I got between her legs as she laid on the bed. Bringing her hand up and looking at her
