And...oh!Deanna! You look fabulous!"Sharon tried to signal Jocelyn to keep it down, but she didn't catch it,and KC, walking by, heard the name and sto...ped. She stared, stunned, atDeanna, who could only stare back."I guess you two have a lot to talk about," Jocelyn said."You can use the bedroom," Sharon said, stroking KC's hair as she did."Talk as long as you like. We're not having dinner for a while, yet, andI'll call you when we do."KC and Deanna both stared at her. She reached out and touched. The towels were huge. Soft and fluffy. I had my back to the kitchen and the towel up to my face when I felt a couple of hands massaging my butt."Hello, Big Boy." Hello yourself. Watch what you're doing or we won't make it to school." Would that be so bad?" Yes, it might. They might start to wonder what a fourteen year old girl is doing living with a seventeen year old guy in his own apartment right under his mother's nose and haul you away to a home and throw our parents in jail." They. "Even though I'm eighteen, all my life I've always looked about five years (or so) younger with a slim body; I'm not much of a tough guy (which might account for the reason's that I've always felt the need to be dominating and try to control girls while having sex). When I was in high school (and even the year since) I've had older men proposition me from time to time; I've always turned them down in the past. I've had guys tell me – and these were always guys that I didn't know – when I got. Ifelt more excitement, and I wanted to cry.It was then I realized that everything around me looked slightlydifferent. The hospital had tapelines on the wall next to the mirrorwith a sticker next to each line that told you your approximate height ifyou were eye-level with that particular line. I stepped up to it andread the sticker in front of me "Eye Level with this line is approx 5ft."I had dropped nine inches and had another foot to go! At this pointthere was just pain everywhere, but not.