“Yes, thank you” she said. The second fire officer, alittle taller and of half caste skin, squatted down infront of her as she was sat on ... bench in the ladieschanging rooms.“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked. She shook her head.“No. I’m fine.”“You’re more than fine, sweetheart,” said the firstfire fighter. I’m Stuart and this is Rob” he said, byway of introduction.“I’m Joanne,” she said, holding out her. Abby rolled the fat buds between her fingers, pulling on them. Jeremy silently nodded, his eyes locked on her breasts. He stood in the middle of his room, looking down at Abby. The blonde scooted to the middle of the bed and kicked off her Keds. She left on her knee socks. Smiling at the tall teenager, she unbuttoned her blouse for the second time in an hour. Abby pulled off the shirt, throwing it playfully at Jeremy. She kept her sash on. Abbys hands cupped her heavy breasts, her fingers again. ’ ‘Oh, wow!’ Melanie exclaimed. ‘You mean that’s all there is to it? I feel kinda dumb.’ ‘You shouldn’t,’ Ben said. He was very aware that Melanie still had her hand on him and was still bent over, presumably studying the paper lying in front of him. ‘Did your teacher mention you could look up things like this in the textbook?’ ‘Ah, I don’t remember,’ Melanie said. ‘Can you show me?’ ‘Sure, gladly,’ Ben said. He laid the book on the desk and opened it to the page that outlined the procedure. Suddenly I feel the blood rush to my imperfect cheeks, I am a voyeur who has been discovered. The eyes in the looking glass are fixed on me, and I am fixed to this spot by them. Desperately I try to drag my admiring eyes from her, but like a rabbit caught in the headlamps of the automobile that is about squash it into the pavement, I remain motionless and gauche. A smile that has my heart beating faster spreads over the beauty’s features, the index finger of her gloved hand beckons me to her..