She continued, looking at my chest again. "I wish mine were smaller. They're pretty big, though." And they were, bulging four inches from underneath h...r tanktop. Hers had been the first to grow of most in our school, and many girls envied her. I personally wished I had her breasts, nice and large, fun to...I knocked that crazy train off its rails again.I noticed she was still looking at my chest, and then she noticed that I noticed and looked up. "I wish I had yours," I said. "I think your size. "I don't know. I'm too tired to think," I said. "May I just go tobed?" Yes," she said. "We'll talk with Ms. Buxcombe tomorrow."~ ~ ~End of Week 6: DecisionOn Sunday morning, Miss Emma let me sleep until half past nine, aluxury that I badly needed after my week as a mommy. She poked herhead in the door and said the two of us were to meet with Ms. Buxcombeat ten. I could wear my peignoir, she said, but should do my hair andmakeup and try to have breakfast before then. I was too nervous to. Phil and Rob had been clear from the outset that a cash deal was the only deal they would agree to. That had been fine until a few days earlier when GameChill countered with a deal that included a small amount of cash and a large quantity of company stock.For a company with better long-term prospects, it was a good deal. For Waterford, it was tantamount to a death sentence. When Phil declined, GameChill countered with a lower all-cash offer.Waterford’s negotiating team initially insisted that a. She squirmed, rubbing me hard enough to be a little painful, before she came too. We had gravitated to the dry end of the shower, however the cascade of cold water a few feet away was more than enough to send a chill into the shower stall.I shriveled up pretty fast, down to a pale shadow of my usual self. JR, in turn, was looking at the shower and laughing."What?" I asked."Oh, I heard Mom and Dad's shower go on as I started over here." She nodded at the now freezing water coming out of the.