'Well my hand is under the desk, if someone walks in no one will see it. Surely that's MORE sensible than fondling my chest. I'm nineteen now I can do...what I want with my body.' She knows what she's doing is so very very bad but it's so much more appealing than the monotonous chore of algebra homework. Her delicate little fingers start to wonder from her knee, gently strolling up her cold thigh. Her finger and thumb soon reach the hem of her dress and she slips her thumb beneath it as her hand. " If that is so, Usgar, that is a good thing, is it not? Back on Earth, humans have a tendency to look down on anyone who is different - a different colour, different religion, from a different country, anything like that. Rehome is a good place to be different, my boy." That is interesting, sir. You are different from me, but I don't look down on you – I can't, unless you are sitting down and I am standing up!"George gave a guffaw, and patted Usgar on the shoulder."A nice one, Usgar. I am sure. A boyfriend?" she asked while starring at her computer screen. I turned around to look at her, but she was too focussed on the screen, that I let my eyes roll down to her breasts. "No girlfriend" I replied, "and I'm straight." (Why would she think I was gay? Why does she even ask if I have a relationship?) Now I haven't seen a lot of bare breasts other then fake ones in my movies, or imaginary ones, but I'm pretty sure her breasts would look. I hadn't heard the story in years and having mom tell it again was really special."Did you grow up on a farm?" No honey. I grew up in Chicago, just a few blocks from Lake Michigan in a tiny apartment." What did your dad do?" He sold cars and was pretty good at it as well." Really?" Brenda said. "What kind?" Cadillac. Only the best American steel was what he used to say."Ashlee asked, "Is he still alive?" No, he died a few years ago and my mom died a few short hours after he went. They were both.