Mymom coming home that day, and I didn't even want to hide myself fromher. I didn't want to wash off the makeup, take off the panties, orhide my toena...ls.So I decided to tell my mom that night. She came home and we talkedabout her trip and what I had done while she was gone, I obviously tolda few lies."Mom I have to tell you something" I said, sounding very serious withmy heart pounding."What is it honey?" she said sympathetically."You remember in the 4th grade when I tried on Alec's panties,. I’d say I was normal then, except that most boys my age were interested in anything but girls. I could tell you who all the pretty girls were at school. That was before I learned about things you could do with girls. In those days you weren’t likely to learn much from television. Donna Jean Sullivan had always been the cutest in my class. But as we got deeper into elementary school I fell victim to the gravitational pull of her girlfriends, notwithstanding the fact that by the time we got to. She didn't move or turn to look. As they approached the couch, Justin said, "Kelly, stand up and say hello to our guest." She felt heat in her cheeks as she stood, but she loved the little rush of humiliation Justin's command gave her. He had really listened. Her blush deepened as she took in the man before her. He was pretty much her physical ideal; tall and lean, with dark hair that looked like he'd just gotten out of bed. He looked her over hungrily, finally catching her eye. His handsome. She said, "Yes, Howie, it's me." You sound funny," Howard's voice came over the wire. "Are you all right?" I'm fine, just fine," she replied. "Where are you, Howie?" Still in Monterey." His tone lost its momentary concern, and became edged with excitement and eagerness. "Honey, are you sitting down? I've got some news that's going to shock the pants right off of you." He laughed with boyish verve.I've got some news that will do the same for you, Howie, Cindy thought. But I'll never tell it to.