Lizbeth dagegen war ein Phänomen. Rote, lange Locken, sportliche Figur. Breite Hüfte, runder Hintern. Ich war seit der fünften Klasse verknallt in ...ie. Nicht, dass ich ihr auch nur einen einzigen Hinweis darauf gegeben hätte, aber was hätte das auch schon gebracht? Das einzige, was nicht perfekt an ihr war, waren ihre schmalen Tittchen. Als die anderen Mädchen aus meiner Klasse so langsam eine Oberweite entwickelt hatten (und Helen allen anderen voran), blieb bei Liz die Entwicklung scheinbar. After my 12th standard exams I was completely free sitting in home watching TV and texting in fb for almost 3 months ,in this process I have seen a profile who is my junior in school so I sent her friend request and she accepted and we used to text regularly as friends.After that as she is in her 11th standard she deleted her fb for one year.After one year i.e, I am in my first year of engineering she texted me and we continued our regular chats ,one day I asked her Me-what are you. When it was time for her to go to bed she was frightened to stay in the bedroom where she was supposed to sleep.“That’s okay,” she remembered Aggie saying to her parents; “she can go to sleep in your room.” Both her mom and dad lay in bed with her, her mom reading a story until she fell asleep.The next thing she remembered was awaking in the room where she went to sleep. She heard voices, her mother’s and father’s, and Aggie’s and Corn’s. She heard laughter. She heard a woman say “Ooh, ooh,. Then I heard the manager introduce me, getting the crowd going by telling them I was a “virgin stripper” and this was my first time, so they should be sure to encourage me. There were wild cheers from the crowd.I felt frozen, but forced myself to start to walk onstage…**Father died when I was fifteen, and my relationship with Mother was always rocky. But when I was seventeen, she brought someone home. She told me he was my new “father” and I had two, new “brothers”. Things turned ugly quickly.