They're about us. Just read them. I'll be ready for our usual time. It's beyond our wildest dreams, or maybe that should be nightmares. I'm not sure w...ich." "You know you can send a URL in a text message." "Email is encrypted. Read now. Talk later." This next imaginary conversation is a tele-conference. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Are we all here? Except Marie Blanc of course, or should I say Cate?" "Kyra Cardinal, in." "Barbie Malibu, in." "Bethany Riviera is on with the one you asked. My dressing was one of them. We planned my coming out to be at atime of our choosing. Not via the local gossip.The shop door bell sounded as I entered the store. I picked up a shoppingbasket and walked around the store making my selections. Heading towardsthe till I also picked up the magazines I needed. Misha the store managersmiled as I placed the basket down, "Hello Maria," she knew my secret,"How are things?" Hi Misha. They're fine. I've nothing to complain about," I replied in mysoft. Now that auburn hair was swept into whorls that seemed to defy gravity. He’d find out later that Mamma had helped her with it, and that, as wonderful as it looked, it felt hard, and brittle to the touch, because of all the hair spray that had been put on it. The dress she was wearing, which, in itself was startling, came a few inches above her knees, and dipped low enough in the front to show the swells of her modest breasts. She was tanned from all the time she spent outside, and somehow, they. Long and skinny, but shaped. Beautiful round calves and shapely thighs that went up to her neck.I don't need to tell you that a girl like that would get quite a bit of attention from the boys and even men. She loved that and liked to flirt with them. She mostly liked the attention from the older men. It flattered her of course that older men were already interested in her.Although she loved to flirt, she wasn't promiscuous at all. Flirting was okay and looking was okay, but there was no.