"One lastthing before I forget. I don't want you to ever dress up in my clothesagain. Is that clear?" Ok mom. I won't," I said sadly."Good then. I...m glad we got that clear. Sleep well. I'll see youtomorrow."The life that could have been, flashed before my eyes, as I watched mymother close the door. By saying no to my mom, I had said no to Tracey.I'd said no to dressing up with my mom and maybe even smoking with her. I fell down on my bed and mourned the woman I'd come so close. For a very brief moment I considered calling the FBI until I realized how completely ridiculous that would be.The ache of not knowing where he was, of just not being with him, was overwhelming. Was this the price of love or infatuation or whatever it was? I wasn't sure I was willing to pay it.On the other hand, how do I avoid paying it? How do I stop feeling the need to be with him? How do I give up the excitement of anticipating that I'm going to be with him?The steps I had taken to get into. "It's something I've gotten used to I guess. I mean, I can't do anything about the way I look other than putting a bag over my head or something."He smiled at that. "Now that would be a crime." I take after my Great Grandmother. I look just like her. My Gran has a photo of her and it's really weird to see how much we are alike. It only get's awkward when people have to talk to me. Once they get to know me the staring thing isn't so bad. I just try to be normal and not get stuck up or uptight. Her bare breasts hang out in the open, looking larger than life. They’re perfectly round and larger than any hand can hold. Mac stares at the in wonder, thinking how could any bra, or shirt for that matter, hold her Titties back from popping out.Frankie then lets her skirt drop, surprisingly revealing a PPG Thong. She grabs a robe and heads into her bathroom. Mac takes this chance to make his escape. He slowly crawls out from under her bed and sneaks over to her door, making sure not to make a.