“Welcome, my son,” he began (I was already beginning to feel I was going to hate the whole thing) , “thank you for coming to see me on such shor... notice and so late in the evening, but the matter was rather urgent as my secretary has probably told you.” “What exactly did you want to see me about, Your Grace? (that seemed to go over smoothly, right or wrong).” I replied. “Well, my son,” (I winced internally to myself) he went on, “I was talking to a mutual friend (what mutual friend I asked. Two more teachers had to throw themselves on top of the pile to keep me down. The incident cost me a lot of time with the school psychologist; neither of the jocks got anything more than a slap on the wrist.The last incident was not something even the most reasonable of the bunch was likely to forget. We had been slowly climbing to another confrontation since the day the jocks got their lumps. This time, unknown to me, it was over girls. Maria was far from the only one whose interest I failed. Once they visited our place. That afternoon I was sleeping in the bedroom. My aunt came in after having bath, she had petticoat tied above her boobs which was hardly covering the thighs. She came in called me to send me out. I acted as if I was sound asleep. She talked to herself that I was sound asleep and she closed the door and opened the petticoat and tied it in her waist. There the boobs were gorgeously hanging for all my view. I was afraid to wake up and mess the situation so I lay. "Um, what happened?" Look in the mirror!"I looked over at the mirror, wondering what Ruth was talking about. Iadmit I looked attractive, and boys would surely find me hot --especially the naughty way I was exposing myself in a sky-blue bikini,wearing nothing else but matching flip-flops and plastic beads around myleft ankle. I really shouldn't have brought my bikini, and the beadsdidn't help either. Now, I had to go out into the world practicallynaked. Pa...I brushed hair out of my eyes as.