I want to scream out ‘stop’ before he dies, but I stay quiet, too stunned to speak. I watch as the girls dragged towards the house and as she snea...s out the body of the boy gone. I watch her climb into the tree and then drop into the river, her slippers left at the base of the tree. I stand there shocked and amazed as they appear in ghost form again and walk toward the river bank. Bonnie’s nightgown white as snow her hair blowing in what seems to be a faint wind but the air is silent as they. Setting in the booth opposite of me I couldn’t detect any “muffin top” bulge that told me that although she was wearing a girdle she really didn’t need it to control much.My mind drifted back to my senior year in high school. Every girl regardless of size or shape wore a girdle when they wore a skirt and stockings. And being a rotten teenager I made it my business to confirm this by a bump here and a bump there in the crowded hallway between classes. I was never busted for getting that little. I walked towards him and winked. He pulled me closer and I closed my eyes instantly.“Ms.K, mind if I knock you back to your senses,” he said and hit me on my lips.I smiled and playfully hit him on his chest. “I thought you’d proceed,” I said as if I were disappointed.“Aww, let me do it,” he said and this time, he quickly pulled me closer. As if he was giving me time to contemplate the consequences, he waited inches away from my lips.I decided to stop giving a fuck about reality. I moved closer. Mitch made a pleasant antagonizing sound as he held tight to the waist band on my baseball slacks. He tugged downward as slowly as possible revealing my jockstrap and then my thighs and then my calves covered by my blue socks. He lifted each of my legs making sure my cleats and long ass socks stayed in place. I guess he liked the whole uniform thing. Mitch raised his body upward as his knees pressed into the tile floor. He buried his head onto my stomach and licked at my short black hair. I.