"What's up? You told us this is very important", one of us said. Alright, just to get to the point, he found this girl that we knew with tons of nud...s on the Internet. At first, I thought it was just a look-alike. But then he showed me the pics. Laura. A very nice and sweet girl, and definitely a girl that would never do stuff like this. She is someone that we would call 'the family girl', never interested in college-type parties. As a matter of fact, never drinks or does d**gs. But in. I could see my fear reflected back to me, but she smiled, squeezed my hand and told me that this is what she deserved for marrying a man a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier. We laughed far harder than this weak jest merited. I love this scar. It speaks to me of that special courage of women, and of the particular courage of one woman. It was narrow and pink at first, but gradually faded to a shade just a bit lighter than her natural skin tone. Originally, there was a zone of numbness around. We reached our home at 1100hrs. I told my mom that I am not feeling well as that day I had periods as well n my mom knew it so I excused for an early sleep. My brother are also early sleepers.My room is separated from my mom room by a wall which has a common ventilator. I switched off the light in my room and tried somehow to reach the ventilator. I succeeded and I was able to see clearly my mom room as light was switched on in her room. Tv was on and she was sitting in front of the dressing. “Why thank you Brad,” she exclaimed sitting across from him and taking a full glass of lemonade he had fixed for her. “So, now that high school is over are you looking forward to collage?” She figured light small talk would relax him. “Uh, yeah, I guess,” Brad stammered his eyes catching the sight of her nicely large cleavage all but begging him to look. “My but it sure is hot out her,” Susan said casually plucking at her blouse to fan her chest. Two.