Lila went inside the bathroom but kept the door wide open and I took a chair and sat outside. Lila started to take of her clothes one by one and stopp...d only when she was in her black bra and black lacy panties. Lila walked upto the bathroom door and held both her boobs with her hand and teased me and then turned back and snapped off the hook of the bra. The bra sprung open and out came her small but firm boobs but as she standing with her back towards me I could not see her boobs. Lila then. Yes. More. More. So. Good. I’m coming…I..please…please… A violent ripple tore through my body, convulsing in spurts while he shouted through his own release moments later. He fell to his elbows, not wanting to crush me, basking in our physical connectivity. His hand reached up, freeing my arms from their cotton prison, traveling to my breast, softly kneading the swollen flesh. I pushed into his hand, my skin bristling with awareness. ‘You’re unraveling me, you know that? I hate not having you. ” She knew it wasn’t wise to bait him but she really wanted to prove that he couldn’t get to her and that temper the Irish were famous for made her reckless. “Do you know something?” she countered scornfully, “I think I’d die if you touched me again.” The smile he gave her was so far from cheeky, she gasped. She imagined it was on a par with the one the wolf gave Little Red Riding Hood, it was so predatory. “Want to test that theory?” She blinked at him, took two rapid steps sideways then. They’re supposed to speak in short sentences using words of two syllables or less and they’re not supposed to be handing out business cards with pictures of pterodactyls on them because somebody called her ‘pTerri-dactyl’.Stereotypes are soooo limiting. Eleven year olds aren’t supposed to be mesmerizing with horrible puns and senses of humor that swing from ‘feather’ to ‘sledgehammer’ at a whim.And you’re not supposed to fall in love with them.One thing you NEVER do with Terri is underestimate.