"It's okay, Jenny. Really. I've knownsince we met in the park. I'm a psychologist. My job is to observepeople. Even though you were wearing girl's clo...hes, I could tell fromthe way you spoke and moved that you weren't born a girl. You couldprobably fool most people, but not me. And seeing you with Beth andSusie, it wasn't hard to figure out who you were." She gave me areassuring look."At first, I decided it was none of my business, but then I noticed achange in your mother. She used to complain. Something needed to be done.Four torpedoes appeared in open space from their trip through jump space. Their exit point was randomized, and was half way across the spiral arm from their point of origin. They instantly lost track of their target, and started searching for it. Failing to find the target, and failing to find any other target, they shut down their drives and coasted. Soon, from the lack of anything to target on, the torpedoes switched to standby passive mode. They would wait until a. The young woman hesitated but then did the same.Both women stood looking at each others boobs. Marge said, "My honey, you have beautiful breasts!" "Not as nice as yours mom", Connie replied.Marge could feel the warmth of excitement and desire as she looked at Connie. "Honey, let me feel them to make sure they are not sagging." Marge took each one in hand and began to gently fondle Connie's young tits. "My, you have nice nipples and they are hard." Connie said, "would you mind if I feel yours?" . “Naaa dawg—I don't think you need shit. Actually—some of us think you been fuckin around too much Dillon—ur gonna fuck up ur football carreer”. I suddenly giggle to myself. Patroni now pipes up “What the fuck is funny Dillon—this is serious shit”? “Jenny McCarthy” “What”? “Jenny McCarthy. I was at her house. It was so kewl. You know like in a TV show, or a commercial—you see a dude jumpin out of a window, and running down the street”? “Ya dawg—ya--so what the fuck”? “Dudes—I got to do that.