Marta and I picked seats near the front, and sat next to each other, holding hands. Sammi finally settled on a seat across the aisle from us.As the pl...ne was taxiing for take-off, Marta leaned over and whispered, “You know, I’ve never had the opportunity to join the Mile High Club. May I apply for membership here?”I thought for a moment, then whispered back, “I’m sure we could work something out…or in…but you might find it rather cramped in the restroom. Why, I’m not sure even you could get. ” “Fuck that, go Trojans!” Laurie yells mirthfully, her voice muffled as she talks against my belly. “I will disown you if you go to USC!” I cry as she raises her head from my lap. “You can’t tell me what to do,” Laurie grins, “you’re not my real mom.” “I was wondering when you’d pull that shit.” I smirk, crinkling my nose. “My real mommy lets me do anything I want,” Laurie says in a baby voice, “and the Bruins fucking suck.” “You little bitch!” I laugh, and throw her off me and onto her back.. Later she took me shopping for a full outfit of new clothes we shopped most of the day before heading home she prepared my favourite meal before asking me to change into my new clothes.I showered and changed I went downstairs my Mother was waiting by the door she looked taking me in her arms we kissed I felt her hand my my breast finally we broke a part ‘Come on Princess it’s time to become a woman she led me into her bedroom we kissed and she slowly undressed my blouse, bra, skirt and finally. Carol left McDonalds and crossed the road. On the other side of the road was her Math teacher Ms Smolensk. Ms Natasha Smolensk was an attractive Russian woman with pale complexion, short red head, round face, small nose, slim body and sky blue eyes."What is it with you American kids??" asked an annoyed Natasha Smolensk."Hi Ms Smolensk!" responded Carol.Carol pronounced her teacher's name as 'small' + 'lens' but not the 'k' as most people from Anglo Saxon backgrounds can't pronounce most Slavic.