. !The four halted just when they were about to enter the elevator. "Dane, your badge is beeping". Serah informed him. "What have you done to it?" Not...ing". Dane answered puzzled."Did you break it?" Zax asked."No! I kept it in my pocket all the time!" Maybe when you played on the seat..." Anet said."I didn't break it!" Dane felt annoyed and offended from the attitude of his friends."Let me see it". He handed Serah the badge and tried to look together with her for the cause of the beeping, but. My mother continued dressing me right up until I reached puberty. Then I think she must have felt it was soon going to be time to stop, because she changed the way she dressed me. Up until that time, I always wore clothes appropriate to a girl my own age, but now she started dressing me in older girls' clothes. If my dressing was going to have to come to an end, she wanted to squeeze in all the things we wouldn't be able to do later. Or maybe she wanted to keep the promise she made when we. Her in particular and many more in general. I couldn't more than take a glance that day, but today I could stare all I wanted at her invitation! Wow, her breasts were squeezed together so much they almost jumped out of the neck opening! No lift and separate like her bras did. She even twirled around on one foot and made the skirt flare out so I could see those fine legs...her big calves jiggled freely as they were not in nylons and no high heels to tighten the muscles. She. School. Her parents. His ex-wife. She was fascinated with adults, and what they did and did not do. And she was always probing Matt on what it had been like to have been married, and about why they had drifted apart.Matt admired her probing mind. He didn't remember himself ever being this probing and aware when he was her age. In fact, he remembered that age as being full of escape, through sleep, beer, and an occasional recreational drug. Listening to Rosie, and trying to answer her questions.