” I reassured her. For being as beautiful as she was, she had a pretty low self-esteem. “You’re like thee most beautiful girl I know!” She lo...ked at me and smiled. “Thanks Rosie. You’re truly the best friend. I could ever wish for.” She wrapped her arms around me and I hugged her back. “Well, my parents are gonna be gone for the night so how about we watch a movie?” I asked, as I began to rummage my drawers for a good chic flick we could watch together. “That sounds kind of boring…” She. Stunner and my son were in 12th. They used to be together all the time. One day they bunked the school and they were riding a bike on the highway when it started to rain. My son was riding with Stunner as pillion. As it was raining heavily they became all wet. They were on the highway so no place for shelter.My son had somehow got a red bra which he was wearing that day inside his shirt. The uniform was a white shirt and cream pants. The shirt became transparent and Stunner saw this. He somehow. And excited. The room was alive."I don't believe it," mom muttered as we made our way through the throng. Then added, "and they seem like normal people." They are," I countered."Perverts," mom hissed back as we found one of the last free tables. A minute later, another couple, in their thirties, asked if they could join us. Then, seconds later another couple grabbed the last two chairs at our table. In their twenties they introduced themselves as Colin and Judy McLeod. From Raleigh. It was. A grid of tiny lasers locked onto my blue eyes, then theautomated doors slid open. "Welcome home Tom, would you like a whiskeysour prepared?" The voice of my personal digital concierge Marcellaspoke. Her refined British accent was much smoother than the roboticauto-cab A.I."That would be lovely Marcella, thank you," I said as I stepped intothe foyer and headed towards the elevators. As I walked I heard a"ding" sound, and the elevator doors opened in front of me. "Thank youagain Marcella," I.