"This time she couldn't hold back the giggle. "Honey, Blaine's momdidn't pick out a 'sexy nurse' costume for you. She picked outsomething that you and...Blaine will look nice in, together. And as forbeing 'womanly,' honey, you have the same curves as any other girl yourage."John looked at her and rolled his eyes."You know what I mean. The same curves as any other fourteen year old.You are wearing a gaff, though, right?"John nodded.Rose ran his hair through a beige head band and grabbed a brush. She shivers under his touch, her breath quickens but she stays asleep, every so often when his trace comes close to somewhere sensitive a wee moan escapes from her lips, or a sigh, he knows that she is loving his touch subconsciously and is adoring how her body is reacting to it. He starts to lightly kiss her, roll her over and touch her front, he sits over her and rolls her nipples with his tongue, alternating between doing that and kissing them gently or flicking them lightly, her moans get. Her mouth was widely opened seemed so unbelievable. But in couple seconds, her shock face turned into a big warm smile and said “Oh, Terry, I was thinking of you, what a coincidence!” I couldn’t say a word at that moment, because my attention was so captured by the image in front of me that I didn’t find any of my extra attention could be paid for my speech or thinking. My aunt Venus was standing in front of me with a silver silk night gown. It was so thin that I thought I could see her. Finally, “Wow. I’m so big. I don’t think my tummy was so big last time…” Her eyes locked with mine, as she continued: “…but you didn’t get to see this, the last time I was pregnant, did you?” The air grew heavy as I contemplated my reply. She’s clearly fishing for something… but I didn’t dare risk our friendship. What should I say? What could I say? Lamely, while shifting my gaze to my feet, I responded softly with: “No, Cathy, I didn’t get to see you last time. You know that.” I remember.