Mister Anderson was quick to give her little treats and rub the back of her neck when she was glancing at the racy magazines with the scantily clad wo...en in bathing suits that she knew she could not wear without feeling embarrassed about her extra weight. He was a nice man, but was even older than her mother. Her mother seemed almost like an alien from another planet with no connection to the real world of lipstick and girls with urges that let boys touch their bottoms without any sense of. She squeezed them down against his crotch, “Here, is this what you want? Is this what gets you going?” Monica asked devilishly, “How about if they’re warm?” She pulled her hand from his pants, stepped back and undid her jeans. Monica seductively pushed her tight jeans off her hips, down her thick thighs and to the floor. She stepped out of them, pushed Nick down onto the bed on his back, stood at the end of the bed, grabbed her stretchy, shiny black boyshorts and pushed them off her much. “You’re going to have to be more descriptive than that.” I smiled to myself as I raised my hand up and waved bye to her as I continued walking to my next class. The rest of the day was uneventful. I just prayed during my classes that I didn’t see Amanda again for the rest of the day. No matter how much I had a crush on Amanda I just couldn’t speak around her. Each time she and I spoke my heart would flutter, my brain would shut off, and I couldn’t find my voice. Every time we talked or when. "There are at least two Realities that we know of. One is the one that you live in. It is the Reality of Continuous Magic. The other is the Reality that Pat and I come from where Magic was all but lost for a long time. It is slowly returning to our Reality, but things are very different there," I told them."Can we go there to see it some time?" Clare asked, innocently. I was a little surprised at this."Yes, Sweet Clare. We will take you to see it when we have finished our mission here," I told.