The girl still looked frightened and Evie carefully explained that she lived in this valley and knew that there was no reason for anyone else to be ne...rby. She again suggested that the girl join her. Jane slowly nodded and shyly began to unfasten her ragged dress but when Evie kept looking at her turned her back as she undressed. Evie could see that the girl had a very pretty figure, slim and straight, her hips still narrow with nicely rounded bottom cheeks. Jane then turned and trying to cover. I hadbeen growing my hair long since the summer and it was shoulder lengthby now. I had been letting it grow since I stated dressing up. Stan kept talking about how athletic his son was and how manygirls wanted to date him. He made comments about how he doubted I hadthat problem since I looked more like a girl than a man like his son.Needless to say I did not like Stan. Mike did not say much then but later when I was showing him myroom, he was just as bad as his Dad. Always talking about how he. I did the usual stuffgrowing up – school, sports blah, blah, until I hit theripe old age when I left home. My older sister,Joan, scored a hair dressing apprenticeship when I was18, thereby passing on to me her part-time job with alocal gas station come corner store.The owner of this enterprise was a lovely woman namedCarol, a mid 30’s divorcee who was a happy-go-lucky,loud, plump red head. I found out years later she haddivorced her husband after many infidelities on hispart. Most of the days when Mansi brought my lunch, she came alone… Occasionally some friend of hers would accompany her. Then one day, she came with Shelia, and after that both of them started visiting the hut regularly during the lunch. Sheila was a childhood friend… Two year older than Mansi. Sheila, Mansi and I had played together during our childhood. That time she used to be closer to me than Mansi… But when I left our village for my studies… She became more intimate to my sister and they.