She was almost inaudible when she cursed at me: “Fuck you.” She turned toward the door, huffed, and marched out. That was new. I sighed and yelled...after her. “Wait-wait-wait, let’s work this out!” I didn’t hear anything that suggested she was returning. I called again from the threshold as she got in her car. “C’mon!” I tried, “Just tell me what you want.” Nothing. She drove off. I left the door open and sat facing the TV. I turned it on and back off again. I couldn’t figure out what to do. I. How did she shrink my breasts, I thought. Well, it didn't matter, they were better like this anyway. I took some time to feel them again, along with the rest of my body. It was so smooth and soft. I could hardly believe it was mine! Finally, though, I sat down and went to the bathroom. That was a new experience in and upon itself.It didn't take long for me to finish, and I even wiped myself with some toilet paper. I don't know why, but it just seemed like the thing to do. I got up and walked to. Our shuffling and the noise of our breath takes up space in the stagnant hallway. You thrust your hips and I step back. We stumble. My back comes to rest pressed against the wall. You unbutton my work shirt with shaking fingers.I make a noise in the back of my throat and pull your ti-shirt over your head, exposing your chest to my hungry fingers. I kiss you collar-bone. I gasp as you stuff your hand up my shirt and fight the under-wire of my bra to catch my breast. I can hear your shoes. We were trying to find the shortest route to the lake the first day and wound up lost. But eventually found the right roads to take and ended up being about a ten minute walk through the subdivision to the lake. Our new neighbor turned out to be an acquaintance of Phillips from when he took Tang Soo Do (Korean Martial Arts) in Marshall Texas. Arron was seventeen and Phillip was sixteen. So we all made daily trips to the lake fishing. Arron had been up at the lake for years and never went.