School was the worst. It was a place filled with hateful kids and moronic adults. Petra learned to be invisible. It was hard to be invisible when you ...ere the punchline of every joke, but she survived. She was called names by her peers as teachers turned a blind eye and deaf ear to their taunts. The adult world if work was just as bad. Her Mom moved away a few years ago and only called when she wanted to see her. She didn’t date, and preferred to be left alone. At work, someone always pulled. I quickly swipe red lipstick on my full lips and blush across my cheeks deciding not to put any eye shadow over my deep hazel eyes. In the next moment, it happens. I am standing in front of the mirror brushing my honey colored hair up into a high ponytail, I glimpse my breast pressed forward in the mirror the nipples just slightly hard trying to poke through the bra and blouse. I pause when a breeze from the air conditioner hits my neck causing goose bumps that remind me of your lips trailing. You must havebeen thinking about it for a while or you would not have said anything.Same with the tattoo and the tits. I know that you have not made upyour mind about them yet."I was shocked but she was correct.I dressed and went to work.Chapter 23 - The laserThat day I could not help but think about what had happened that weekendor the things that we had talked about. But I decided on a couple ofthings. I did want to get my beard and legs done. I wanted a tattooand even had an idea but it. “Sure thing,” Arlene replied I returned to the hotel room. Patricia was still in bed snoring. I sat at the edge of the bed and turned on the TV. A few hours later Patricia and I were at the beach enjoying the sun and surf. * The beach was not crowded this morning. There is something about the beach that really gets my testosterone flowing. It is most likely due with the fact that I lost my virginity as a teenager on a beach. (See link below for that story) Patricia spread our beach blanket.