My thought was that I was being a mug – again. I wondered how it would go wrong this time.After a busy Wednesday sleeping, I caught the train on the...Thursday mid-morning feeling a lot better. I lunched with John, a friend from university, who had been in the banking industry like me, and had been 'downsized' thanks to the crisis. He had a financial cushion and was not too worried. We had a good time, and after taking my leave of him, I made my way to the flat at about four in the afternoon.On. "Be nice, Laura. Try to act like a young lady."That was one of the worst rebukes Mom was capable of. Sometimes I felt like I was the adult and she was the child. I mean, gee, if I were a boy I'd feel like Beaver Cleaver or Will Robinson.I hugged Mom and said, "I'm sorry, Mom. I just don't want to make a big deal out of this. To be honest I'm a little worried about starting in a school where I know I'm going to be around for four years. What if no one likes me? What if I have to go four years. " Sam said as she slightly bit her bottom lip. Her hands were under the table and my imagination was telling me she was currently running her hand(s) over her, or my wife's, smooth hairless mounds. "Yeah I love how smooth we are, such a great feeling!" Kate said eyes drifting towards her friend. Her hands were under the table too. They both glanced towards eachother without turning their heads much and shifted in their seats. They sat quietly for a few moments having never broken eye contact.. "I'm going to have to explain to my readers how the shy teenager struggles to get your bra undone. I just want to check how it works," I say as I easily undo the bra. Angie's hands race to hold the black lace up on her breasts. I see a nipple. Pink. Erect.She dances away from me, all the while struggling to keep her teenaged breasts covered. She doesn't completely succeed. I snap more pictures."We better stop now. I'm going to change back," she announces firmly from the doorway to the cubicle..