Groves jumped in before she could speak, "this will be one of your sessions done."He'd told her they'd have twelve sessions together and this would be...their third leaving nine to do. "Two sessions." She bargained.Mr. Groves scowled. "And you'll leave me alone for the rest of the weekend." She finished toughly.His scowl deepened. "Two sessions." He nodded. "But I get a turn when my friend is done."Debbie studied him for a moment and then nodded. "All right, but no games, no funny stuff, and most. “Hey babe” she said seductively, her hips swaying as she walked towards his bed, she wore a white crop top and the shortest pair of cutoff jean shorts. After dropping her purse on the floor next to his bed she leaned over and gave him a kiss before grabbing a slice of pizza for herself and plopped down on his bed next to him.“What are we watching?” she asked inquisitively.“Not sure yet, comedy? action?” He replied“Comedy sounds good.”They settled on a movie and started to watch as they ate. .” he looked shocked.“You see, what we do has consequences, Bobby. What we say has consequences. When you said all that, it unlocked something inside me that got out of control. And when I said what I just said, what did it do to you, Bobby?”He reached to cover the lump his zipper was still trying to subdue.“What we say and do affects other people, Bobby,” she said. “That’s why we have to fix this!”It was desperation that drove them to using the wand on each other again. Nothing else had. I dropped basketballaltogether, my friends understood, and I spent more time walking around.Apart from another trip to the shop where we bought larger sports bras,there was nothing to report. Until that day.We sat in the doctor's waiting room. I had to hold my breasts up becausethey were painful under their own weight. They seemed far heavier than Iwas used to and I had no clue what was going on. Even the softest of mybras were hurting me because they felt like they were pushing my breastsin.