Emotionally

Lupe chats happily as you walk her home, telling you about the tribulations of being a high school girl.

You remember your own tribulations in high school so it's easy for you to sympathize although you were more ignored than bullied. Mostly. There were some times when you would have been happy to be ignored.

It doesn't look like Lupe's dad is going to be ignoring you, though. He's pacing back and forth in the concrete parking lot in front of her apartment, a cigarette drooping from his mouth.

"Uh, oh," Lupe whispers.

"You're home," her dad shouts.

"It's not that late," she protests.

"Let me look at this man." He reaches for you.

You resist the urge to duck and run away. You may be a coward but you don't want to look like one in front of Lupe.

To your absolute shock, instead of punching you, he gathers you into a hug. "You stood up for my daughter with that little bitch Rebecca."

"Uh, yeah."

"She's mean to my princess. I've wanted to put her across my knees and punish her but I work for her dad so I can't. But you did better. Ha! Now come and have a beer with me."

You wouldn't mind putting little Rebecca across your knees and spanking that tight ass either but you are self-aware enough to realize that admitting that right now would be a major mistake. Still... it's something to think about. Could you really make that happen?

You look to Lupe for guidance but she's just smiling at you.

"Sure, Mr. Flores." You're pretty sure not too many guys get a handjob from a girl and then have her dad buy them a beer.

The two of you chat while Lupe and her mom flutter around. Her mom gives you an idea of what Lupe will look like in a few years... still carrying a few extra pounds but feminine as hell with big bouncy boobs and a smile that could melt an iceberg.

Lupe kisses you chastely on the cheek as you finally head out. "See you soon, I hope," she whispers.

"Not on school nights," her mom shouts. Apparently all moms have that ability to hear anything no matter how softly they're whispered.