She could see the youths disappearing into a small garage just one block down the street. Oh, what a naughty thing they were going to do – drinking on the sly!

Betti drew close to the garage now, feeling her heart beating so fast she thought it would tear through her ribcage. She could hear them laughing inside, the sounds of bottles clinking reaching her ears. Betti peered through the window, seeing Joe taking a long swig from the bottle. It was getting darker, the sun having set behind the Santa Monica Mountains. She would have to go back and get a sweater or something. But Betti was still curious as to what the boys were really up to.

Studying Tina's brother so hard, Betti didn't bar the soft shuffling sound of Jack's boots until he was right behind her.

"Oh!"

She lurched against the wooden siding when she felt the flat of his right hand smack her ass hard. Betti spun around, her cheeks burning with shame as she rubbed her stinging asscheeks. "Sneaking around and spying, eh? You gonna tell Joe's folks?"

Jack's high-cheeked, ruggedly handsome face was twisted into an ugly sneer now. Betti felt the icy grip of fear tighten around her heart as she looked around, hoping against hope a car would meander down the narrow alley.

"N-n-n-no, I just… I was just kinda curious, that's all."

Jack's lips curled into a sardonic smile as he dropped one hand down to his crotch. Betti couldn't help herself. Her eyes followed that hand, watching as the fingers curled under his fly and squeezed a heavy roll of cockmeat starting to tent up the front of his faded jeans. God! He wasn't wearing any shorts! Betti drew away from the young stud.

"I think I'd better go," she whispered, feeling her throat tighten even more.