The problem was which information to trust, and which not to.When it came to socializing i was quite shy back then. Sundays were spent mostly in my ow... room, as i longed for some "me" time.This particular Sunday was gonna be interesting. There was some nail trimming, hair shampooing and shaving my pubes to do. After i finished that,i entered my room, wrapped in just my towel. I loved the way the wet water made me feel about my body. I had my shoulder length blonde hair wet too,and i decided to. “Yeah, I’m a little tightly wound.”“I could see.” he nodded. “That would be why I didn’t get angry. Anger is best treated with openness and acceptance. Never forget that.”Dad’s super rare serious moment. Did I have a camera on me? “Stupid things at school have been happening and I’m sick with them.”“Does any of it have to do with withdrawal?” Dad asked me, half joking, half serious. “You lost your coping mechanism recently, after all.”Dad was referring to the weed. Of course, in another way, he. It took some time and a lot of persuasion but eventually Cassandra deigned to let me take her to lunch. As I’ve already said, Cassandra was very reserved and appeared extremely shy. One would never say she dressed provocatively either, but no amount of dowdy clothing could ever hide that figure of hers. After a couple of quiet lunches together, Cassandra seemed to relax a little when we were together. She even cracked the odd joke about me being a wolf in sheep’s clothing, I never did. “I gave mom the wrong bag this morning. I woke up late and didn’t have time to feed Max, so when my mom came to pick him up this morning I…I packed some bottles for him, but I put them in the bag with my…my breast pump. I can’t reach mom on the phone,” I sighed dejectedly, “and she isn’t due back with him till six. If Max doesn’t eat enough or I don’t use a breast-pump, my boobs swell up and hurt like hell because my body makes too much milk. My doctor told me it’s called breast engorgement,” I.