As far as my mother remembered, I had alwaysbeen her little girl Dawn. The whole world only seemed to remember Dawn.It was as if Don had never existed... Except for Brittany.We never figured out why Brit remembered the old me. Maybe because it washer wish that had changed me. We even tried having her give me the statueto see if we could get three more wishes out of it, but no go. Maybe themagic in was all used up. I guess we'll never know.I held mom's hand for as long as I could. I drove back. But the 'spell' was broken coz at that moment a customer knocked on the window pane in the shop door mouthing 'Aint ya open yet,come on Mr.Singh'. Mr.Singh handed over the newspaper sack & said he'd see me later & to come out the back for my money.Funny,he normally just paid me outa the till!So off I went on my paper round,all the while wondering what Mr.Singh's knob looked like,if he was uncut like me,how big his balls were & how much he spunked.I think I must've done that day's round in. We screamed ourselves hoarse on the roller coaster as it turned us upside-down three or four times, dizzied ourselves giddy on the Merry Mixer. The Death Drop left us gasping.Fortunately we had enough sense to do all that before stuffing ourselves with junk food. Other kids hadn't been as smart. We stepped around the evidence.On the ride through the tunnel of love we snuggled and necked like the real teenagers we were, and of course he tried to cop a feel, but I fended him off with giggles and. You’re naked! You should be ashamed of yourself. I should call your mother!" she said then her eyes widened and said, "Is that cum on your breasts? Oh my God, and face? Oh Lord have mercy!" What? I’m eighteen. I’m an adult and can do what I want to. Right now, I want to get a selfie with you, OK?" Cindy said and stepped right up next Mrs. Wellington."What? No. Get away from me, you little slut," Mrs. Wellington said defiantly.Cindy just giggled and stood right beside her, held the phone as far.