"The older girls are even wearing stockings!" Mrs. Baxter exclaimed. "Every time they bend over the slightest bit in those little hussy skirts their g...rters are right there for all the world to see. How can you tolerate letting our children dress in such a manner!?"Mrs. McLeod nodded understandingly, but privately she had trouble understanding why anybody would object to stockings. She was wearing a pair herself, silk ones as a matter of fact. They were very comfortable once you got used to. ”“Only today, lad?” Tommy asked, far too amused.“Heh, Tommy, I see you’re catching on to Heather pretty quick.”“Indeed I am!”“Are you two still working on the English thing?” I asked.“Naw, we’re finished with that,” Tommy replied. “It’s Lara’s new song, now.”“Nice ... A ‘new’ new one? Or is Shell Game still new?”“A new one. It’s kind of based on the English essay,” she added.I frowned. “What was the assignment about again? I already forgot.”“Ooh, your Sunday night is going to be long,” Lara. They didn't really have much of a choice, since the Shift seemed to be irreversible. So now, though heavily changed, I'm back where I started. I'm sitting here in World Geography class with only five minutes to go. A young, buxom blonde is lecturing us about Japan's economy, China's government, and the Korean War. A short Asian girl sits to my right, and directly in front of me is a leering nine-year old boy making perverted jokes about my gender. John seems fully intent on playing that joke to. Main- are maa, bhagwan ko hamesha khush rakha jata hain aur main bhi to wahi kar raha hoon.Maa chillati rahi aur chudwane ki koshis karne lagi par maine aaj chodne ka nishchay kar hi liya tha are meri maa. Maine jhat se unke saree utari aur chaya utar di. Maa ka choot bahar nikal aya kyun ki unhone panty nahi pehen rakhi thi. Oof doston kya bataaon – lal colour ke blouse ko chodkar pura nanga badan – karrena kapoor bhi pheeki lag rahi thi.Phir blouse khola aur do mote watermelon bahar nikal.