..sleek, slender, and almost too well-developed for my age. I, like Thierry, had short wavy brown hair that was an honest style in '26 and milky white...skin that was very delicate. The exception between us was that she was a little taller than I was, and her eyes were this diluted shade of sea-green, while mine resembled a shady blue. I never expressed my admiration for Thierry, but it occurred to me that even if I did, she would be really nervous, but not disgusted by my audacity. . Tonight I planned on adding peanut butter to help it bind together better – and hopefully make their shits a little more solid. A five pound can at Spermmart was only a buck – even though I couldn’t read the Chinese characters on the label. The guy at the counter said it was peanut butter anyway. I hoped he was right however the girls would be eating it even if it turned out to be Chinese lard.“You know what? You girls are both way too prissy. It was easier to convince you to clean each other’s. When my heart calmed down, I rolled over and went back to sleep. After the third dream, I decided it was a lost cause and got up. A shower would help me relax and make me feel better. I grabbed some clean clothes and opened my door. Nova was sitting in the hallway, his back braced against the wall, with his new laptop next to him.“What are you doing here?”Nova pointed over my shoulder. I turned to see Brie had put a sign on my door, just as I had asked. “I didn’t want to disturb you. How are. I hoped I'd be seeing you here, being that your sweet sister-in-law was giving the party."Betty winced and felt her face flush over with shame and humiliation as Dan Clark, her next door neighbor, rushed up and embraced her with greater intimacy than their rather brisk neighborly relationship demanded. A rush of anger choked up in her throat as she realized Shirley must have invited him out of spite."Say, Bob, I don't mean to spirit away this lovely little peach blossom from ya, but I've really.