Date: Fri, 3 Jun 2011 11:47:51 -0600
From: rob loveboy <loveboyrob2@gmail.com>
Subject: Jack&Jill-Went-Downhill-9

We played pool Frisbee and water polo with the kids, used the slides and
swung from the ropes. I don't recall having had such recreational fun in a
very long time. Fishing all alone was my primary source of enjoyment until I
met Jillian. He introduced me to a host of other interactive activities, sex
of course being a major enlightenment and not reserved for the bedroom alone
so I was learning. It found it's way into all other events, fishing, the
rave, the trip to the mall, even there at the Aquatic Centre, sex was
implied in some form or other. It was deep rooted in Jill.


I know for a fact that had he been a little more persuasive with his
proposition of luring a couple of boys into the steam room and having sex
with them, he would have broken my resolve. I was extremely horny by then
and he had a way of manipulating and convincing me to take risks, do
unimaginable things. I was weak to his influence.

Jill and I became separated at some point. From the top of the slide I saw
him talking to Jordie once again who motioned to a female lifeguard and
pointed to his watch, clearly indicating he was going on a break. Both teens
exited the pool area through the shower/change room breezeway.

Fifteen minutes went by until my jealous rage pushed me out of the pool in
search of them. I had convinced myself of the obvious place they went; the
steam room! Why in the fuck couldn't he invite me along instead of offering
me some fucking little kids to play with? I was furious and hurt at his
betrayal like only one other time -- when they told me my mom wasn`t coming
home again!

"THAT FUCKING BITCH LEFT ME ALL ALONE!" I screamed, pulling at my hair and
broke out in tears. Kids and staff looked over, one lady met me at pool side
as I climbed out. Concerned, she kindly asked if I was okay, I did something
I'd never done before to an adult, I told her to fuck off and mind her own
fucking business and ran away in self pity, pausing mid way into the maze of
the breezeway, I slouched down against the cinder block wall with my head on
my knees and bawled!


It was a typical day in a very abnormal environment. She laid prone on the
sofa, unmoving. An arm on her chest and the other dangled toward the floor.
I made my toast and peanut butter for breakfast, a peanut butter and jam for
lunch and headed for school. Nothing unusual, nothing that I had not
witnessed time and again.


After school she was in the exact position that I had left her that morning,
only much paler; a ghost-like pale. She was cold to the touch as I tried to
rouse her. I got real scared and shook her head violently but she didn't
react, not even the usual moan could be enticed from her mouth that was
strangely agape.


Ironically, that very day a policeman came to our class and talked about
things, one of which was calling 911 emergency even if you were just scared
by something, unsure about things. I made that call.


Minutes later a bee-hive of activity erupted, firemen, policemen and
ambulance people were traipsing in the front door. At the time I thought
them rude that they didn't remove their shoes, mom would be very angry at
that!


Whispers ensued, everyone looking at me with sad eyes and shaking their
heads. Mom wasn't being attended to any longer. Policemen wrote in note
books, firemen were leaving and paramedics were packing their gear. Not long
afterward, mom was being taken away by two men all dressed in black suits. A
nice lady showed up and explained things, ... my mom was gone and would
never return and off to grandma's house we went!


Home is where I wanted to go then and there. To Grandma's loving embrace.
Her smell would be soothing as she rocked me, telling me that everything
would be okay, just like she did from the day I arrived and the many boyhood
traumas that followed and needed loving arms. She wouldn't question the
origin of my sorrow, she would just know that it had to do with Jillian. She
would never say "I told ya so!"



The showers were packed with kids readying to go home and rough housing but
the din of noise barely registered within my preoccupied brain.

As I pushed my way through the throng of boys, I noticed the rear end of a
naked middle aged man leading a boy of about 8 or nine by the hand. When he
turned to pull across the shower curtain of the private handicap shower
stall, the sight made me stop in my tracks with utter shock! Not only was it
that the man's cock stood straight out, long and thick from his hairy groin,
but in that brief instance I sure as fuck recognized him, too; my homeroom
teacher, Mr. Flynn!

I stood there transfixed, unable to move. Although I couldn't see the actual
goings on, just their feet visible under the foot or so gap where the
curtain didn't quite meet the floor, but I saw enough to form my own mental
conclusions. Jill's summary of willing, curious boys would not only just
pertain to him, but grown men as well I reasoned!

Mr. Flynn squatted in front of his pre-pubescent quarry, the boy's blue swim
suit fell to his ankles. I imagined Mr. Flynn fondling the kid, enticing him
to erection then taking him orally. I wondered if his mustache and goatee
would be ticklish to the kid's pubic region. A few minutes later the man
stood, the little feet lifted off the tile floor leaving the swim suit in a
heap as the big feet moved forward and out of view.

I had been in such shower stalls and knew there to be a built-in, recessed
bench seat, slightly higher to accommodate cripples and seniors. My most
certain imaginings had the boy situated there, feet dangling, well concealed
from visual scrutiny allowing the man an ideal tactical standpoint to allow
the boy to explore the genitalia in fascination then persuade the curious
boy to a final objective, feeding him several inches of manhood with
instructions on what to do with it! The realization that my teacher was one
of those perverts like Jill astonished me, it just couldn`t be, but my eyes
didn`t deceive me, nor my imagination.

Mr. Flynn was a nice enough man, married but had no children according to
his year book bio. Never in a million years would I have thought of him as a
pedophile. My dealings with him was only as a homeroom teacher at my
Junior/Senior High School, exclusive to time and attendance. He taught
science at the senior level and acted as assistant football coach for the
junior team. I wouldn't be able to look him in the eye again and was
thankful that the summer break was near.

I had seen enough and off I went. I was desperate in wanting to get out of
the building for fear that I would cross paths with Mr. Flynn. Our school
was clear across town with a smaller Aquatic Facility within walking
distance of the school. It was clear why he came to the Mega Centre instead,
it was far enough away with little risk to his anonymity and a larger
playing field of opportunity to pursue his sick desires.

I didn't care if he was screwing around on me any more as I approached the
steam room, having no choice but to pass it when accessing the locker room.
When I turned the corner I heard a commotion and a familiar voice. The steam
room door was wide open and I stood there taking in the scene within the
tiled confines, a soft red glow illuminated several standing figures.

"Let him go, fuck face, I'm not going to tell ya again!" Jill cautioned in a
cold, threatening tone.

A small boy of about 10 or eleven was being held on his knees by 4 teens
around 15 or sixteen The same group I saw bullying the kid in the pool,
dunking him for long periods, punching him and calling him a fag, queer and
such until a lifeguard interceded.

The mouth piece stood with his genitals hanging over the waistband of his
swim trunks holding his flaccid cock in front of the kneeling boy`s face.
Two other teens stood at either side and held him in place by the shoulders
while the fourth stood behind gripping the victim's long blond, almost white
hair in both hands. The boy grimaced in pain.

The lead bully never took his gaze away from the task at hand to confront
Jill, "I told ya, man, wait your fucking turn, Shelly here likes sucking
cock, you'll get a blow after the rest of us if ya want one. Or maybe you're
Shelly's fag boyfriend or something; makes no difference to me, homo! Maybe
you'd rather take Shelly's place or how 'bout gettin' started on my friends
here" he taunted Jill before he returned his attention to the boy. "Now open
up like a good little faggot, Shelly. I know ya want it and --"

He never had a chance to see Jill attack like a pit bull. First, the teen
pulling the hair went sailing backwards from a blow to his mouth and
smashing his head on the bench with the kid being pulled back with him
giving Jill a clear boot to the fully exposed, rather large pair of
testicles owned by the bully. Down he went, I was sure that a blowjob was
the last thing on his mind quite then! The next recipient of Jill's wrath
took a blow square to his nose, the sickening sound of shattering cartilage
made me cringe. Blood and snot obscured his face.

The fourth boy cowered and tried to run from the steam room. Jill reacted
like a cobra but not quick enough. From my vantage point at the door I
pushed him with all my tiny might back into his hell. That's when Jill
noticed my presence, smiled and took the teen by the scruff of the neck and
tossed him into the tiled wall, cracking his head and maybe the tiles. It
was over in a matter of seconds, before I could even comprehend the nature
of the melee. Jill, like a Ninja, was agile and vicious and subdued the
young boy's aggressors single-handily!

Jill turned to the teen holding his genitals and groaning, puke soiled his
chin and chest. "Ya have a real nice cock, if ya would have asked nicely
even I might have sucked it for ya!" he said as he held a hand out to the
younger boy and helped him to his feet. "Ya really can't go around forcing
smaller guys to blow ya, though! How bout you have a taste of your own
medicine, FUCK HEAD!"

He pulled the teen to his knees by his long hair. Expecting another kick to
the family jewels, he covered himself and looked up pleadingly then was
surprised instead by a sharp blow to the side of his head.

"Close the door and keep a look out, Jacky," he ordered. "we have some
unfinished business to take care of here and I don't need any
interruptions."

"Jill they've had enough, let's just go home." I tried to appeal, the
beatings already having been sufficiently administered in my opinion.


"No, this one has to learn a few manners about calling people faggots and
homos, but mostly he has to experience what it's like to be bullied and
humiliated in front of other people." he argued, hauling the agonized teen
forward to crotch level.


The blurred floor to ceiling glass wall allowed a good vantage point to see
the coming and going of people within the locker room. The steam room was
dimly lit that would hinder any exterior viewing of activity within. It was
clear to me why Jill had suggested the venue to lead a couple of boys for
sex, the glass acted as a two way mirror so long as the steam wasn't
activated to spew it's pea-soup fog.

The shaken, but safe blond boy took a seat awaiting what fate lay ahead for
his aggressors. One of the teens tried to get up, Jill placed a foot to his
chest sending him sprawling back to the floor. Message received by all to
stay put.

"What's your name?" Jill asked with pleasantry, the teen's hair still tight
in his fist.

"C...C...Chris." he stuttered in obvious pain.

Well, Christy, ..." the feminine inference not going unnoticed, "see that bow
tie holding up my sexy suit that my boyfriend over there bought for me
today? How's about you opening it up and sliding them down, nice and slow
and sexy like!"

"Fuck off man, I'm no homo!" he blurted.

Jill countered, "Oh, come on, Christy, what's a blowjob between two guys.
Didn't bother ya the other way around now, did it?" Another punch to the
side of his face and a tug of his hair sent him into crying mode. Tears
streamed down his face and he heaved, a little puke spewed from his mouth
once again.

"Come on, you're not shy cause your buddies are here, are ya? I'm sure they
won't tell anyone, Christy!" Jill smiled as he looked at all three teens who
watched on as they nursed their wounds. It was evident that none were going
to try any heroics on behalf of Chris!

"I'm only gonna ask ya one more time!" he warned Chris, pulling his hair
hard enough that a clump dislodged from his scalp which Jill tossed aside
with an amused chuckle.

Grimacing in pain, Chris reached up and untied Jill's draw string. Both
hands made their way to the waist band that he struggled with between his
shaking hands but he managed to pull them down to mid thigh and exposing
Jill's junk.

Jill leaned his crotch closer to Chris' face, "Come on, cock sucker. I know
how much ya want it. Just as much as Shelly wanted it!" That reference to
the boy was not meant to be hurtful to him, simply he was replaying prior
events. No offence taken as the kid smiled in self satisfaction.

Chris didn't take Jill in his hand, he merely scooped the head into his
mouth with his tongue. He didn't suck, just kept it there with tightened
eyes and a disgusted look.

"Ohhh, come on now, you can do better than that; suck it, girlfriend! Get it
hard and use your hands on it. You bite me you'll be giving gum jobs the
rest of your freaking life, got it?"


I laughed out load at that, but I was the only one to find any humor in it.
Bully's buddies all looked on in horror as he took the semi-hard cock in his
hand and stroked it to full erection. I swear, Jill could will a hard-on at
his leisure.

Tell me how much ya love my cock, Christy. ... Come on, Tell me!" Another blow
to his head forced him into submission.

"I ... like ...it, I like it a lot!" he lied,  "please don't hurt me anymore.
I'll suck you off, okay? ... Just don't hurt me anymore, please!" he begged
teary eyed. Jill released the hair in good faith but kept a firm grasp to
the back of Chris' head which began a slow descent on the fully erect cock,
then an almost earnest effort ensued to perform fellatio

Jill cooed in satisfaction, "Not bad ... not bad at all, hot lips! If I didn't
know better I'd say you've done this before. Maybe ya have, you're using
your tongue in there like a pro lapping up all that tasty pre-cum I'm given'
ya!"

The tile room was silent except for slurping and smacking sounds that
echoed. All eyes focused on the rape being administered when Jill began to
mouth-fuck Chris, gagging the teen for the sheer pleasure of it. He then
held
his groin plastered against Chris` face.. My first thought was that Jill was
Cumming and the whole affair would come to an end shortly there after.
Unable to breathe , the teen began to panic for air, flailing his arms and
punching Jill's legs trying to break free of the vice like grip to his head.
Jill just stared down at the teen, leaving him in to asphyxiate long enough
for me to see the severity being inflicted. Chris was turning blue!

"JILLIAN LET HIM GO! YOU'RE CHOKING HIM TO DEATH!" I screamed. "IT'S NOT
FUNNY, JILL, LET HIM GO ... NOW!"

He seemed to snap out of some sort of morbid trance, pushed Chris off his
cock with enough force to send him backward, striking his head on the edge
of the bench and both hands to his throat gasping for air.

Jill couldn't resist one final assault, bend down and took Chris' balls with
both hands and squeezed. "I find out that you've been bothering that kid
again I'll hunt ya down and fuck ya up the ass! Got it?"

Chris' eyes appeared to be on the verge of popping out their sockets as he
acknowledged Jill's threat with a nod.

I put my arm around his neck, "That's it, Jillian, ... please ... lets go home
now, okay?" I plead with him. I now had two reasons to want to get the fuck
out of Dodge! Mr. Flynn and the off chance that the four teens would regroup
and retaliate.

"Yeah, ... let's go home, Jacky," he agreed, rose and solemnly accepted my
hand to lead him away from the carnage. Blood was everywhere, floor and
walls, his gashed knuckles bled their own attribute to the savagery.

We learned his name was Sheldon who was close behind thanking Jill
profusely. Jill told him to go and get changed so he could give safe escort
from the facility, although I didn't think Sheldon had any more worries, at
least from those four goons!

Dressed in some of our stolen attire, opting for the white jeans and denim
shirts, not to mention the sexy boxer briefs, we made our way to the exit
where Sheldon was already waiting. He must of wasted no time dressing lest
he encountered his nemesis again.

It was half past five when we left the Aquatic Centre. We treated Sheldon to
share a pizza at a near by restaurant, Jill's offer. He seemed quite
captivated by Sheldon and I have to admit, so was I. It was easy to like him
with his perpetual smile and zest for life, sharing funny anecdotes of his
past. He talked of his mom, grandma and older sister all of whom he lived
with and adored.

He was too pretty to be a boy. His long golden curly hair framed his
delicate features, thin red lips, blushed cheeks and thin eye brows over
baby blue eyes added to his effeminate demeanor. He was small ... no, he was
petite! Had I not noticed the bulge in his white Speedo earlier that
revealed his undisputable gender, one could easily assume him to be female
at a single glance. 13 years and two months old but he appeared more like 11
or early twelve at most. It was no wonder as to why he was picked on.

He went on to relay that sad aspect of his life, being bullied constantly
for as long as he could remember. The four teens were only a few of his
tormentors at school or at play. He'd endured broken bones, lacerations and
bruises, and of course name callings, all of which he summarized with an `Oh
Well, Shit Happens' shrug of his shoulders and a feminine laugh. It was
evident that he was masking his true pain.

Sheldon turned his attention to Jill, his new found hero and filled me in on
how Jill had come to his aid after being dragged from the shower into the
steam room, fighting and kicking but over powered nonetheless.

Jill then gave his account, "Yeah, I saw these guys in the pool bugging ya
and was just about to swim over and put a stop to it, then the lifeguard
gave them shit and they knocked it off. When I was coming back from the
bathroom I saw ya being jostled about and ... well I almost ignored it, cause
like ..." he paused, studied the slice of pizza in his hand, "if I get charged
with assault again, its back to Juvie! But I thought about it and no
offence, but you're a little guy and they are old enough to know better.
Pick on someone their own size, which I decided would be me. So I went
lookin' for ya. No big deal!" Jill shrugged, unpretentious of his heroics.

If I thought that I might have been in love with him prior, his words came
close to making be bawl, I had to fight back the emotion. He rescued me at
the rave which almost had resulted in his arrest right then and there, no
doubt about it! I had no idea of the peril he had placed himself until that
moment of truth escaped his lips!

Angry as I was with him for doing whatever with that lifeguard; if in fact
he did anything at all, the jury was still out on that one, I was proud. My
Knight in Shining Armor, handsomely dressed in all white Tommy attire was my
sworn hero from that day onward.

Jill's interest in Sheldon didn't go unnoticed either. His youthful, pretty
appearance was what I though to be the exact persona of Jill's lust and when
he suggested that we all go home together with the premise to watch the
hockey game, I didn't object. The prospect of a ménage a trios' with little
Shelly was actually quite appealing to me in so far that I knew it would
please Jillian. The topic of sex, or sexual preference was never discussed
in the aftermath, so I wasn't sure if in fact Sheldon would be a willing
participant. Just because he looked gay didn't mean he was.

Sheldon excused himself to use the men's room and I took the opportunity to
tell Jill about my encounter with Mr. Flynn. He was not at all shocked. "So,
Flynn's a boy lover eh! Ya should have pulled the shower curtain back and
surprised him, then we could have blackmailed him, Jacky!" he responded with
malice intent. The tongue/mouth thing was displayed for a moment, "Maybe we
could catch him at it again. Today is Friday, our school lets out early on
Fridays. I'll bet ya a dollar to a donut that he goes there every week for
some kiddy fun!

I instantly regretted telling him. Shocked at his devious scheme and at a
loss for words, I sat there and listened in horror as he enlightened me to
unbelievable proportions as to the goings on in such a public place.

"Lots of men go there lookin' for a boy to have sex with, Jacky!. The place
is known as a boy lover's paradise in certain circles that I won't tell ya
about, ... least not yet! Conditions are perfect there, Jacky, where else
can ya stand around naked in front of kids, no law against it in that
environment, being the men's change room and showers and all, not even
against the law to have a boner, lot's of guys pop boners! It happens,
right?

"Its called trolling, or fishing. A man stands around in the shower playing
with his cock and balls in front of some boys. He may soap himself up to
make it look like he's just having a shower in case another adult or someone
older comes in, unless it's another man fishing for minnows.

"Mostly they pick a time of day, like after school or whatever day school
might be out. Not that much risk of adult males being around on a week day.
The place could be crawling with adult women, but they're no threat and he
usually won't go out to the pool area anyways for that reason. The less
conspicuous his presence, the better.

"Anyways, he watches for any tell tale signs that a boy might be over
curious and interested, such as a smile, a lingering stare. He'll wave his
cock around, jerk off a little as he waits for a bite, or one showing an
interest in the bait: his cock, hook him by motioning him over then setting
the hook by inviting him to touch it.

"All that having been accomplished without any resistance, just reel him in!
In other words, haul him somewhere private to chow down on his catch for a
little while then coerce the kid into a blowjob, amateur at best but a
blowjob nonetheless! Something you can't understand, Jacky!. It`s not rape,
they do it willingly. Some of them are starved for a man's affection.

"Often they start to see each other away from the Centre, the perfect
scenario for the man. A regular boy toy or maybe two or three of them that
he's acquired that will go to his home if he lives alone, or take him to a
motel if he's married. Blowjobs get better with experience and of course the
opportunity to introduce them to anal sex, which again, they go along with.
The man usually gives them some money or buys them presents. It's a win-win
for everyone, Jacky!" he graphically described what I would have thought to
be an exaggeration had I not seen Mr. Flynn reeling in' his own catch

Our conversation came to a thankful end when Sheldon re-appeared and asked
if we were ready to go.

Making our way home we sat at the bus stop. Jill's attention seemed to be
focused across the street at Chuck's Sporting Goods store. They were having
a sidewalk clearance sale. Twenty or so bicycles of all kinds littered the
store front sidewalk display.

Peering straight ahead, tongue hanging out like a cuckoo clock bird, Jill
said, "Jacky ... we got a transportation problem that needs to be rectified.
I'm tired of taking the bus everywhere we go."


Baffled at his statement, I wasn't aware that we had any sort of
transportation problem, our school transit pass seemed to get us pretty much
anywhere we desired to go. He was on his feet and crossing the busy street,
horns blaring, with me and Sheldon hot on his tail, stupefied.


A large banner read, `ALL BIKES MUST GO TO MAKE ROOM FOR NEW INVENTORY. TAKE
ONE HOME TODAY!' Having been separated by the wind, the bottom half of the
sign laid on the sidewalk, something about `50% OFF ALL BIKES!' which we
ignored. Smaller signs attached to the handle bars read, `TAKE ME FOR A SPIN
AND TAKE ME HOME!'


Well now ... the offer was just too hard to resist! No one was around and
the bikes weren't secured. For once, I didn't' need to be told to follow his
lead! Off we rode `for a spin' with two brand new BMX bikes. They never
stipulated any particular return time and the signs did say to `take one
home today!'


Sheldon rode on Jill's handlebars, arms and legs flailing while hooting' and
hollerin' having the time of his life. Logically, our next stop was
Wal-Mart, Sheldon and I guarded the bikes while Jill went in the store and
stole two bicycle locks. "We don't need some low life ripping off our
bikes!" he wisely cautioned.

Careful in maintaining a low profile in case the cops were looking for us,
we traversed back alleys on the way home. A longer route but much safer.

A delivery truck with it's rear sliding door slightly ajar caught Jill's
attention. Skidding to a stop and reversing, almost causing the loss of his
passenger, he rode up and pushed the door up another foot or so. A
twenty-four pack of Vodka Coolers was placed in Sheldon's care and off we
went!

Home at last, we crawled through my bedroom window with our pilfered booze.
Opening us each a cooler, Jill bellyached that they had to be kept cold. The
fridge was out of the question, the old lady would have a heart attack
discovering liquor in the house! She'd been through enough already that day
with her discovering my possible sexual preference!

Sheldon suggested we peal the label off each bottle and then put them in the
fridge. I vetoed that idea, what if she had one or two, got pissed ... and
whatever! He might be cute, but that was a dumb idea!

I concluded the dilemma, emptying the bottom drawer of my dresser of old
clothes and placed the loose bottles inside. I then went to the kitchen and
retrieved a few trays of ice cubes and a few bags of frozen vegetables --
mission accomplished, instant cooler! Jill was happy and that's all that
mattered.

We sat on the foot of the bed enjoying the vodka coolers awaiting the fist
period to commence after we shared the remaining Ecstasy with Sheldon. He
was apprehensive but gave in to our prodding telling him that it was a great
high and that everyone was doing it. Not to disappoint his hero, he accepted
the drug.

We reflected on Jill's heroics describing scene after scene that brought us
to hysterical laughter Jill suggested that we all get comfortable, stripping
down to just his sexy boxer briefs, I followed his lead but Sheldon did not,
having only removed his shoes.

Three boys sitting around in their underwear was hardly suggestive in a
sexual sense unless you realize it to be a significant step in that
direction which lead me to believe that that was Sheldon's exact sentiment.

Sheldon had to have had some inkling to the true nature of his being invited
to my house. Jill's comments in the steam room referring to me as his boy
friend, telling Chris that he had a nice cock followed up by statement that
he might have even been willing to suck it for him had circumstances been
different, could not have gone misinterpreted as anything other than what it
was, outing himself and me in public.

Therefore, I still couldn't determine his willing presence and thought
process. His reluctance to disrobe could be read as a naive acceptance to an
invitation to watch a hockey game and only that. He did have an unexpected
knowledge of the sport engaging Jill in conversation about players, stats
and predictions that amazed me and impressed Jill! It was also possible that
he was just plain nervous, maybe the Ex and liquor would loosen him up after
a while.

The whole thing was confusing and why the hell was I even bothering to make
sense of things? Jill would sort it out, that I was sure of, but his focus
was on the television and nothing would distract his attention from that!
The two of them cheered and booed, high-fives plentiful between them. I
wondered if sex did happen, would I be on the side lines, a spectator to
their love making?

That thought lingered when Jill moved up the bed to rest against the head
board inviting Sheldon to join him. He assumed an apprehensive position at
Jill's right who then placed an arm around him and brought him close.

Not to be left out I assumed the same position under his left arm that held
his cooler. Every sip resulted in him crushing my face while his other hand
caressed the nervous bleach blonds' hair! I fought back a pang of jealousy.

Adding insult was the many times Jill asked me to replenish the coolers for
them, which, by the way, Shelly was sucking back like a lush and getting
giddy but still not removing any clothing.

Jill filled out his boxer briefs beautifully sitting with his legs stretch
out and crossed at the ankles with his boy-harem under each arm. Sheldon
could not have missed eying the mound, nor Jill's sexual aura but he didn't
seem to be overly interested and remained uneasy in such close proximity to
Jill.

He used exaggerated excitement at many of the hockey plays as an excuse to
remove himself only to be pulled back under Jill's arm when the excitement
ceased. Jill had to have sensed Sheldon's tense, almost paranoid state when
he started to slowly unbutton the boy's shirt and slide a hand inside and
over his bare chest.

Sheldon downed his cooler and made a move to get up and get another as an
excuse to once again remove himself from his discomfort but Jill simply took
advantage of that opportune moment and removed Sheldon's shirt down and off
his arms before pulling him back, telling him to relax and that I would get
him another bottle.

...to be continued ...