The heat made ripples over the ground as though the water had breached its banks and was spreading its glistening tendrils across the landscape. There...was no breeze to rustle through the grass and trees; no sounds met her ears but the quiet lapping of the lake at its shores. The air was close and humid, so thick you almost imagine yourself wading through an ocean of cotton wool. She was glad of the light material of her white tank top and short red skirt and relieved she had not worn her jeans. “There was a meteor. And Roy said something about guys’ sweat. And the senior boys, most of us have bigger...” He glanced at his mother. “ ... gadgets. And women in town are getting bigger too. And –”“Patrick, that’s enough.” Susy dropped her forehead into her hands, mortified. “We don’t discuss your gadget or my weight. I put on a few pounds. It happens.”“No, Mom. It’s not just you.” Patrick was talking very fast. “Look at Mrs. Epman. Her boobs are ... different than last week.”“What has. He had always been the one friend I could always count on when I couldn’t count on anyone else to be there for me.I slid up next to Jim and placed my hand on his chest as I slipped a bare leg over his extended legs. His eyes fluttered open. He stared up at the ceiling in silence, probably trying to figure out what to do or say or if he was dreaming.“What are you doing?” Jim whispered after a few seconds.“Nothing,” I whispered back.“Are you naked?” he asked.“Completely,” I whispered back.“Why?”. I wiped and dried her crotch and got on with my task – I’d not forgotten.I aimed the tampon at the little open area of her twat. The first time I’d seen it, all was buttoned up so to speak, but the exiting of the monstrous swollen swab had left a small aperture. I shoved it in, making sure it was well in, my finger being inches in her young “minnie” and withdrew. It was slightly smeared and very slimy and I wiped it. About six inches of immaculate white curly string cascaded from Louise’s lush.