Fredrick's."No," I heard myself say out loud. "It can't be!" I backed away from my reflection, my eyes still locked on the wound. "It was only a dream... I'm still dreaming!" I feel the wound and to my horror it's still moist from the blood. It's not a dream I thought as I looked at my clothing still damp from the rain with the dried mud stains on the front of my t-shirt. I looked further down my body and I still have on the same jeans I've worn to school, along with my sneakers, both are dirty. Had I known that I would have just dressed as I usually do for work.” She laughed as she focused on Amelia’s silky white bra that was supporting the woman’s small, but perfectly formed breasts.“I just needed to come up with some excuse so that I could punish you, Dear. I know it’s not really your fault that the girls congregate in reception when they know they shouldn’t and that I should ask Mrs. Markwell, Mrs. Lindley and Ms. Lindsay to remind the girls about that in assemblies, but it just. I don’t know. I was in love with you, Catherine, in love. And I didn’t know what to do, who to tell. I had feelings I shouldn’t have had and I was ashamed of them. You were my best friend, and I couldn’t tell you. I was confused, lost. When I heard someone running past my room that night, I opened the door and looked. I saw you just running to the end of the hallway, running downstairs, readjusting your dress. Moments after Frederik passed me, he didn’t notice me standing in my doorway. His. Now the mystery was solved. She had small breasts, maybe between an A or B cup, but it suited her small frame. Large pink areolas and hard nipples greeted me. “These are gorgeous!” I breathed. She got up and stood in front of me, her breasts were level with my mouth. My tongue flicked her nipple. She gasped and I rubbed her other breast. Fingers clutched my hair and held my head to her bosom. While my mouth played on her breasts, my own hands found their way under her jeans. First the button,.