Her lips are fat, and ... probably ... kissable. I don’t know much about kissing, ‘cause I haven’t yet had the nerve to kiss a girl yet. Plus no...girls around here seem to like me. Back to Miss Bailey. She always wears bright red lipstick, and it makes her very ... appealing. She has really nice ... breasts, if I may ... and nice long legs, even though she’s fairly short. I am actually taller than her, and I’ve just started growing.Anyway. I loved her since before I can remember, but I loved her. So we decided to meet once for a casual meetup and it did happen over pizzas and snacks. She was a pleasant girl and it was a good time.On one such day when we were chatting, she told me that she was drunk and had sneaked in without letting her mom know that she was drunk. Just to pull her leg, I asked her to confess anything that she wishes to.To my surprise, she told me that she regrets not having any guy in her life and there was a lack of fun. That was uncalled for and I asked if she had. In no time at all, the two of them were back at Maxwell's house- a gorgeous two story stucco home with clay-tiled roof and a wrap-around cobblestone driveway. Carmelita figured the Spanish Revival house cost upwards of a million dollars.Carmelita brought her purse in, and marveled at how beautiful the interior looked. Pieces of art were hung on the walls, as if Maxwell lived in an art gallery. She was admiring the art when she felt him press himself against her back-"Oh" she remarked in. ”“What did she tell you?”“That she met another boy in Germany and she had sex with him. Is that true?”I just nodded.“How could she. Well that’s me and her finished too. And when I tell everybody at school.”“No, Alison, you can’t do that,” I said, in a panic, “think, if it gets round the school that that’s why we broke up, every boy in school will be trying to do the same with her. We can’t let that happen.”My sister looked at me strangely when I said that.“You still love her don’t you?” she.