I had to always act nice and perfect... Ihad to get good grades...but not too good..." Nikki rolled her eyes."My father thought that it was unfemini...e for girls to be toointelligent." Damn," I muttered."Not even all those supposed friends I had were real." Nikki shook herhead sadly. "They were like accessories picked because they went wellwith a specific look. None of them even knew the things I really likedand cared about." She let out a sigh and told me, "You have no idea howfrustrating. She had another inviting opening…smaller, tighter, and in its own way more inviting…which she couldn’t see in her reflection at the moment due to her precarious position, but she was aware of it just the same.Her eyes were drawn once again to her crotch and she looked from the mirror down over the swell of her breasts to gaze at it directly. A roughly triangular patch of soft, curly blonde hair rested atop her young slit. It was just shy of being unruly and a few errant hairs were starting to. A moment passed and we walked in silence. Then she added "I gather that these pictures were of a rather personal nature. Some people think that there must be something wrong with a person who would put pictures like that out where anybody could see them." "Some people are wrong, then." I responded. "Some people are afraid to admit that some things exist." Kat's smile was now almost a grin. "Some things like sex?" she asked. I was finally able to look her in the eye and try my own smile. . Oh, it’s barely noticeable. At first he moves his left arm up toward the head of the bed. Then he very slowly, he cocks his elbow to the left, slowly swinging his hand up toward an unused pillow. Were he moving with more alacrity, she might think he was about to stretch. But, no, he’s being far too coy. So she will be too. She continues drawing patterns on and in his skin canvas, humming little girl ditties, licking her fingers every now and then to add some “smear” to her brush strokes and.