The stairs. No matter what I do, I always look like an idiot going downstairs. I can't see over my tits, and they make my balance weird, so Iend up cr...ning my neck way forward and side stepping down one stair at atime. These shoes don't help me out either. They make me tentative andscared looking, with a death grip on the handrail and my other handstuck straight behind my ass for balance. Graceful looking I am not, norwill I ever be. Whoa, I just realized that I've never actually walkedaround. .even Rank.But for some reason he decided I was his target and took great pains to seekme out, taunt me, call me a little fag, pick on my bike, push my books out ofmy hands, depants me, give me wedgies, make the brunt of jokes and somehowalways knew where I was so he could do all this and more.I changed my route into school and home again. I waited until the last minuteto dash from homeroom to class. But Rank was there..slamming my locker,smacking my ass with his book, putting extra lock on my. She also let me know that the regular helpers would not be back. She gave them the rest of the evening to do some shopping of their own. When we finished, Rachel came over to my lap. As she sat, she pushed my hand beneath her. She wiggled a little as she sat down. I gulped some air as I realized a bare, wet pussy was wiggling on my fingers. Rachel wiggled a little more then raised up and slipped my hand out from under her before sitting back down. “Does Santa think he can guess what I want?”. Her smell probably gaveit that extra push, but damn was it erotic. Grant came again, splatteringher stomach with a splash of his hot seed. She looked down and watchedthe semen slowly run down her stomach and then back up at Grant with adreamy smile on her face. Oh how he'd love to stick his...no! He wasdrunk on her smell and her looks, but that could be overcome."Remember! Just remember with me. She always cracked down on us and theother boys and got Vinnie to rat us out." I can't have you.