Brainy Babe Gets Her Theories Tested In A Steamy Teen Scene

He sat in his usual chair, beer in hand, staring at the window, now and then, raising his beer to his lips but otherwise doing nothing. The little tyke (“Foster,” what kind of name is that for a kid?) had been asleep most of the time, but now he opened his scrunched-up little eyes, gurgled and tried to wave his stubby arms, which even William had to admit was pretty cute. XXX Oh God, William…oh God, William…oh God!”
Now that he was certain this was really going to happen, he had to think. He wanted to take Nissa’s hand but instead he shoved his own hands in his pockets. It’s late. It was the middle of the night, and his parents would be worried sick. She felt hot all over. He jumped up and ran for the door, meaning to scream for his parents, but stopped himself.