Just think about it for a moment or two. It all makes perfect senseafter you think about it. How else could the more common and numerouslowly cockroac...es continue on and on for uncounted millennia aftermillennia without ever changing? Very clearly, they must be under theprotection of their reality-altering cousins.They're also insidious little beasts. The reality cockroaches simplynibble away at chunks of reality here and there. At some point in time,they finally nibble enough of the old. But it never did.Instead her mother pulled her close and hugged her against her side. "Do you know who this is," she asked motioning towards Miss Cooper?"My teacher," the girl answered somewhat timidly."Well yes," her mother answered, "but this is also my very best friend from when I was your age. This is Alicia."We used to do everything together," She continued but looking over at Miss Cooper andgiving a smile. "We haven't seen each other since she moved away right after we graduated from high. I was there in her flat before with my other group mates for submission purpose. I unlocked the door and entered in the flat. The flat was typical two bhk with decent light color shading. I entered in her room. The assignment was on the table. I took it. As I was turning to leave I saw a bucket under her bed with some famine cloths. I took that bucket out. It was containing a black nighty, white bra and a pink panty probably of the last day. I got excited. A sudden shock passed through my body.. "Much to my pleasure the person connect to the sculpted piece of art stood up and before me was a strawberry blonde beauty staring me straight in the eye. Her hair was the middle of her back, waved, and cascading down off her shoulders like a Celtic goddess. Her breasts though only slightly on the small side at a 'B' cup were equally on display through a low cut V neck shirt that gripped her body. The pressing of her incredibly pointy nipples through her shirt demonstrated her lack of brassiere.