After fifteen minutes of crying, thinking and washing; I got out of the shower. As I stepped out, I looked in the mirror to admire my honey brown skin... hazel eyes and long brown hair. I wore a size 32 D bra, had a thin waist and a round ass. I thought to myself, “Fuck him, I deserve better.” As I began to dry off my body, I heard the bell ring. Jamal was finally here. Jamal was 5’11’’ with a sexy body and smile. (Mmm, I get wet just thinking of him) We’d been best friends (nothing more) since. "Damn! That bottled-blonde bitch ALWAYS interrupts my fun!" she thought. "Yes, Betty?" she said. "Um...we were wondering...if you...that is, did you know...ah..." "Oh, for..." Archie said, "What she's trying to say, Ronnie, is 'Do you know anything about what's happened to Jug?'" "Why, Archiekins," Ronnie purred, "Whatever do you mean?" "Uh..." began Archie, looking flustered, "Well, Betty said you were acting strange yesterday... kinda like Jughead, and I... well..." "Really, Betty, "Ronnie. The days went by and each evening after supper the boys would take a candy out of their Nativity Advent Calendar, their excitement growing with each chocolate consumed. I have to say ours was growing as well. Not in hopes of what we had purchased for each other, the two of us knew each other well enough to know we wouldn’t be disappointed with what we received but our excitement lay in the hopes we had done well as parents. Nothing makes a parent more proud than to give their children. Go to the kitchen and fix us a few sandwiches and a salad.’ I waited for the right response. ‘What type of sandwich would you like Sir.’ That was the right response. ‘Anything will do.’ She left quickly and I settled back into a daydream of how I was going to use her once my belly was satisfied. It didn’t take long for her to return and I was hard when she did. She had made a selection of sandwiches with various cold cuts and tuna. She also made the salad I asked for and had brought a number of.