Early in the second term, I snagged Brad, the star of the Football team,as my boyfriend. This caused some problems for me, as his ex-girlfriendNaomi ...as extremely jealous and bitter. She started making bitchycomments about me, moving on to following me around, teasing and,finally, downright abusing me.Nicky was furious when she found out. She marched round to Naomi's houseto "have words with her." Somehow (I never got the full details), theyended up in bed together, Naomi becoming Nicky's. I soon became engrossed in the sits vac section of the free sheet at least three part time jobs jumped out at me , all delivering pizza's , but who the fuck wants to ride a fucking moped in the pissing rain around Manchester till one in the morning. It was then i became aware of a rustle of bags near me , as i looked up i could see a quite attractive woman of about fourty dressed in a white raincoat , mind if i join you she asked sweetly , honestly babe cant you fuck off some where else i'm. The entire social structure of my city life was about clothes all the time. Clothes were the status symbol in the parochial school, the only way to try to keep up with the wealth some kids had by birth. If you wore the right clothes you might be deemed a kid of substance, a wealthy family member and for some unknown reason that aura seemed needed. But now there was no question something kept telling me it was wrong to wear them at this dairy plus my penis was too big anyway.[See what I mean?]I. 'Bedroom?' he asked. Carol nodded, her cheeks blushing and Danny led her upstairs to our bedroom. I followed along behind, feeling like I was invisible and getting a real voyeuristic thrill at the thought. I took my time going upstairs, stopping to turn lights off and found them lying side by side on the bed kissing and rubbing each other's backs. The lighting was subdued, we had planned it earlier that day, but left plenty of light to see details. I sat down in an easy chair to one side of the.