POV Xander Saint
As I talked to AJ on the phone I knew she was listening in. I smiled to myself. She was already falling into my hands. I had warned her she would be punished for eavesdropping and, knowing that I had just caught her eavesdropping again, my kielbasa was stretching behind my zipper and my pants were starting to get tighter in my crotch. Man, this woman always had an effect on me from the first day I saw her in eighth grade. She had stuck out like a sore thumb with her golden hair and tropical tanned skin. She had glasses then and braces, but I still thought she was pretty. Her eyes were what entranced me the most and I knew that there was something different about her.
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It was the summer before I entered eighth grade, and I was hanging at my friend Nate’s house when
