”“How can you have you have feelings for me if you don’t even know who I am?”“Well, I think I know. At least, I know who I want you to be.�...�“Oh.” She paused. “And who would that be?”“I can’t say.”“Why?”“Because if you, the most incredible body I have ever been with, are not who I want you to be, I would hurt you, and I don’t want that. Part of my feelings for you have to do with the things we do here, understand? So I need you to tell me who you are. And it’s not fair. You know who I am. . Lauren entered the shop, and made her way to a space halfway along the small catwalk which joined up to what look like the regular changing rooms. She watched as children her own age skipped out of the changing rooms in jeans and warm clothing in autumn colours. The looked genuinely happy, probably she thought because they were amateurs and doing it for charity. The music was upbeat and added to the excitement. As she looked around, she noticed a boy on his own on the opposite side of the. I was so into him. I found myself wrapping my legs around his body, I think. I found myself pulling at him too. I had my arms around him and pulling his upper body against mine. I was in heat. I so wanted him and I wanted him badly. I was burning up all over. I needed him more then I realized I needed him. “There I was, lying on the ground, and here he was feeling me up, kind of. I wanted him to touch my tits for real. I started telling myself that I wished he touch them for real. So I did. I. The hard part was first convincing you to sell the house. I thought that by suggesting we would buy a bigger house in a better neighborhood you would fall for it, and you did.The second was rushing in with the paperwork for you to sign right after I watched Brad leave. I knew you would smell like sex and want me out of the house in a hurry. You didn't disappoint me again. You looked really scared when I ran in until I explained I needed the paper signed for the realtor. You signed without even.