I got back in the chair. Rolled over to the desk and looked for my old telescope, it was brass and had Col. Sean P. Murphy engraved on the side. I wen... back and looked at the guy in the car. Hispanic too. He was talking on a cell phone. As I watched him a movement out front caught my eye. A long black limo pulled up in front. The driver and a huge black guy got out. The black guy looked at the house for a few seconds and nodded to the driver. The driver opened the rear door and a pair off long. I closed my eyes, feeling the adrenaline and I held my purse tightly in my lap so that my hands wouldn't shake. There was no reason to be so frightened, but I couldn't help it. Boys terrified me. The attention, I mean. Being around them was alright. Being looked at was okay usually, so long as they didn't talk to me or smile or whatever. When a boy talked to me I just ... panicked."I went to Lourdes," he told me with a soft chuckle, "a few years ago. Is Father Myers still the principal?"My eyes. " I told her as we started down the hall to find them.We didn't have to go far, they were at the bottom of the first set ofstairs. Bambi sitting on a step holding Mercedes in her arms whilePorsche tried to talk to her. The crowd was growing quickly."Ladies, go about your business. You five, my room now," directed MissGeorgia.Twenty minutes later Mercedes finally said, "I've loved you since gradeschool, but I could never tell you. You were always so Anti Lesbian, andnow, now you want me after,. BELOW THE WAISTShe looks at me, her gaze directAnd unafraid, not at all demureThese days, now she's been to the gym;Her breasts are firm, more muscleThan fat, capping pectorals like thoseOf the governor of California's used to be,Before he softened; her arms are massive,Ballooning with sinews bigger than my head;She is beautiful, but so masculine I expect,Almost, to see a cock instead of a cuntBelow, but she wears pants, and I, a fairyPrincess, dare not demandShe remove them just so I can.