She had been in my psychology class the semester before, and for some reason I had developed a severe hatred for her. The instant I saw her the most p...werful urge overcame me. I wanted her, I wanted to hurt her. All semester she had picked on a guy I assumed was her ex-boyfriend from the comfortable sound of her voice when she talked to him, and the more she bitched and nagged at him, the more I found I despised her. I silently suffered along with the guy, and I felt I could somehow feel what. "My bra is part of my underwear," she argued, "I should get to keep it on." I stretched my arms above my head flexing the muscles of my chest and abdomen. Her gaze slid down my chest as I moved and her mouth fell open. "Okay, I'll put my undershirt back on," I smiled. "No," she pouted, "I'll take it off." As I watched, Jenny reached back, unsnapped her bra, and leaned forward. Her bra fell from her breasts to the floor and she kicked it through the air onto the Christmas tree. She put her hands. “You two look absolutely radiant!” Leah welcomes them both with a broad smile. “Obviously you two are making quite a bit of progress. I can almost forget why you came here in the first place.”“Yes, it has been eventful,” Alma admits, and blushes. It is clear that the doctor assumes that the change is the result of her fucking her sister.“Very good, Fiona,” Leah says to the teenager. “You are accepting things for the way they are and are satisfying your sister like she is you.”“I have done my. Why, is he being a jerk again?" I don't know, I just... saw him looking. It was probably nothing."Sarah looked hard at Tracy, having caught the quiet exchange."Tracy, seriously. Is something wrong? You look really worried." Sarah looked pretty worried, too, as did Casey. Terra was writing in her notebook again."Really, it's nothing." The class bell rang and Tracy quickly stood up to return to class, thanking the too-short lunch for once.On the way home from school, casey confronted Tracy again..