As you were telling me something about what went on in the office today I was thinking to myself, “maybe she’s a witch and has entranced me.” An... then I thought, “I really don’t care … I am entranced and wouldn’t want to be any other way.” Then I heard you say, “Are you listening to me?” I looked up and answered, “Actually, No … I wasn’t. Do you want to repeat it?” “No, I don’t want to repeat it,” you said in a slightly miffed manor. “What were you thinking about?” “Do you really want to know?”. I waved and she ambled over with her bag. She was dishevelled from the shitty trip and dressed in simple trackies, sneakers and a tight white deep V-neck singlet with no bra. I damn near dropped, as did every other male. The singlet looked amazing against her olive skin and her firm B cups stood out like little jellies.We jumped in the car and she filled me in on her adventures and college life, what her parents were doing blah blah. She was the most unaffected beautiful girl I'd met. I'd meet. I was a bit numb from what just happened, so I didn’t say anything. The door slammed shut, and after I realized what might have happened, I tried to save the situation.“Come on, it’s just the wind” I foolishly blurted.She didn’t say anything, looking rather embarrassed. I had to do something. I tried kissing her again, but she resisted.“Please, no” she cooed.“What is it?” I queried.“It… This… It’s wrong” I knew she was right, so I kept quiet. After some awkward silence, she finally said:“You. I was getting a lot ofstares and comments about the girl's clothing that I was wearing. Butafter awhile things quieted down and I was pretty much accepted by theother kids. It was really funny, though, to be talking to one of myfriends and realize that he wasn't talking to my face, he was talking tomy tits.Well, other than the clothes, Annie had left behind a bunch of jewelry inher bedroom (now "my" bedroom). I was looking at it and wondering whetherit would be okay with mom if I tried on a.