Her breasts remained tiny. They were like two fried eggs topped with cherries – large, plump, red cherries that embarrassed her with their prominenc.... She kept them well covered, as she did the rest of her body, by wearing loose blouses that buttoned up to the neck and skirts that reached below her knees.Sue had chosen Maggie to be her best friend and to follow in her boisterous wake like a silent secret sharer. Sue was not popular with other girls. She attracted too much attention from the. I’m 14 and he’s 16.He had these porno mags open on my bed.I was like totally grossed out,but after a few minutes i began to relax a bit. Soon i was down to my bra and panties.I then sat on the bed and looked at the mags.I felt sort of turned on by some of the stuff.He guessed because he sat down next to me and put his arm round me and said i was beautiful.I blushed and he leant forward and kissed me.When i looked down i saw a wet patch on the front of my panties.I was like omg! what’s happening. I'm in pieces, let me collect myself." Dana?" Yes?" Have you ever heard of the term 'hypobole'?" No, I don't believe that's a word." I may have coined it. Do you recognize what it must mean?" Yes." I'd like to exercise some of it but you have to agree to laugh at the end." Okay."I spoke slowly and carefully, "I have experienced, perhaps just once and only briefly, some slight transient non-sexual feelings about you at some point, I don't remember when, during the last week. However brief it. She keeps telling me that she’s leaving it in god’s hands. Why doesn’t she understand that my heart is in her hands, for I’m hers for the taking, that I’m ripe and ready to be harvested? Why does she play with my heart, doesn’t she understand that even when she’s next to me that’s still too far away? I have to face the reality that she doesn’t want to be MINE, that I’ll never be more then comfort food to her and that you cannot mold someone into what you wish them to be. While I’ll do anything.