I went through that ‘girls are all the same, what’s the point’ period for a while, and it wasn’t until the Christmas party season that I start...d to enjoy life again. I stopped being the drunken loser that vomited down the kitchen sink then got carried home and went back to being a relatively normal teenager (that vomited down the kitchen sink then got carried home).In early January, the school management organised a photo session for the whole of the sixth form. We posed for a group shot on a. A hunky, Black man accompanied by a rather plain-looking, overweight, White woman caught my eye. He deserved better than that dumpy woman. A pair of young women giggled when they saw us, and my eyes appreciated their short skirts and chokers about their throats. Another man, his forearms as thick as my thighs, walked by, his yummy butt clad in tight jeans.And then I saw her, wrapped head to toe in black cloth, a hijab, I think it was called, protecting her modesty by leaving only her hands and. She was even more beautiful than in her pictures. She stood halfway across the restraint floor, but I could tell she was every bit the woman she claimed to be on her profile.She hadn’t yet seem me, so I took a few moments to study her before I introduced myself. She was so beautiful. With her long legs and thin waist. With the chocolate waterfall of hair that cascaded down her back. Discussing the beauty of her breasts somehow feels like an insult to her beauty, but I am obligated to mention it. She cast her gaze shamefully in her mother'sdirection and mouthed, I'm sorry...Michelle, who seemed close to shock at Sharon's out burst smiled asmall, transparent smile, closed her eyes tenderly and nodded almostimperceptibly to her daughter. Shelly took a deep breath and said, "Iam now the one that will make the decisions for this family here inRouston. My sister left that responsibility to me, so I will make thatchoice for all of us. Those of you that want to leave may leave. Iwon't try to.