Coming to the story ye story mere or meri cousin sister k bich me hue woh meri dur k ristedari k behan ki ladki h uska naam sangeeta h woh 17 year old...h or thodi sawli colour ki hBut uski ek khash bat h woh ek dum item ki tarah dikhti h 26-28-30 figure, main kafi bad apni behan k ghar gaya tha or sab se mila meri behan k 2 boys or ek ladki h woh sab study karte h Waha pahucha toh sab se mila fir didi ne fresh hone ka bola main sangeeta k room me gaya or refresh hue fir hum sab ne lunch kiyaAise. His eyes were puffy. I didn't know if he cried or not; I mean, that may just have been a gay stereotype, that they were all effusive and stuff. I didn't know. He told me later that he had been crying, though. Apparently, I was more perceptive than I gave myself credit for, because Thom told me he'd broken up with Don because they had nothing in common; Thom was rock n roll, Don was not. Don was boring, Thom was not. Thom was sexually adventurous; Don, despite homosexuality, was quite repressed,. Just move those little feet.' I just started dancing; I wasn't scared anymore."Steve and I kept quiet while she continued explaining.She flipped to another page in her book. "Another time was at this softball game. I skinned my knee and was crying. A voice said to me, 'Sweetheart, you will be fine. Wash it off with a clean rag and put a bandage on it. You'll be fine. Show them what a big girl you are." I heard this voice time and time again at my functions. I never told anyone because they. Three fucking years! Mom elected for me to stay there for summers as well, so I never got to go home. Mom’s driver came to get me from the airport, and I had to get his attention because he didn’t know how different I looked. I was now proudly nine inches taller at 6’2’’, 180 pounds of pure muscle. 250 push-ups and sit-ups a day will do that to a person. Plus my blonde hair was jet black and gelled up in a fauxhawk like the stars of Jersey Shore. You’d think I hated my mom, and for a long time.