.. I don't know," replied the voluptuous teenager, obviously confused. "I don't know what's wrong with me." You could tell she was starting to cry. Lo... rolled to the edge of the bed and stood up, some of my semen starting to roll down her leg."Come here, baby," she crooned. Tricia stepped over to her and Lou folded her in an embrace. "You're just a bit confused because of all the alcohol you drank. You've killed a few thousand brain cells, but that's OK. We all do it to ourselves from time to. At the time, and to this very day, I was fascinated with breasts, and the low-cut shirts were my guardian angel, ensuring that I would indeed survive high school. I would spend entire class periods staring down girls shirts. Occasionally I would be caught and called a perv, but there were those times when the girl would kinda smile and slyly let that neckline fall lower and lower until the only obstacle of a nip-slip was a pink laced bra. Unfortunantly my classes were only a half hour, but. " Do you have any preferences for your new appearance?" asked Charlieunfazed by his friend's doubt. "Anything you'd really like?" As long as I don't look like me, what difference does it make?"replied Steve. "Use your imagination and surprise me," he said in orderto humor his friend, thinking his so-called disguise spell wasn't goingto work anyway."Okay. I've written some notes down in the margin while I've beenreading. I'll try using some of what I've written, but I hope I get thepronunciation. I took a swig and replaced the bottle, then relocked the drawer. About five minutes later the alarm rang once more and soon after Ms Brody reappeared. I was sitting back down in front of the desk, lost in my thoughts. She picked up my test and leafed through it."Beneath you, is it?"It seemed like she would appreciate the direct approach. I looked her in the eye and kept my voice steady."I can't read, Ms Brody. I was never taught."My cheeks flushed. It wasn't entirely the alcohol. .