Of course they chatted and were becoming fast friends. "So, it's your first year here." Yeah," he said."Made many friends yet?" Not really. It's only ...een a week. p-plus i'm not in any hurry to make a lot of friends. I just hope no one treats me as the outcast like everyone else did back at my other high school, that's actually the reason why I left my last school. That and the school didn't want to put up with my learning disabilities and address situation properly like they should've" Oh poor. She must have had to work this morning, too. I got dressed and made it to my open house with minutes to spare, then sat and waited for four hours while a sparse trickle of visitors came, showing no interest in the house whatsoever. Well, some days are like that. I entertained myself between visitors by sketching small details that I could remember from the night before in my sketchbook and discovered that Rita could turn me on without even being in the same room.As it happened, I didn't see. It was so white with a mole on the left breast upper part. I would love to bite there but I somehow controlled.I was still watching her breast while talking and she saw and adjusted. Then I left the house. After some time I got a text from her asking a direct question, “What were you watching?” I said sorry to which she said tell me what you saw and why. I decided to tell her.I said, “You are very beautiful and I was watching your breasts which I like very much.” She said what else do you like?. "My mum's a fucking pin-cushion. I'd never stick needles in my arm and I'm not a fucking whore."But now, just two weeks later, Olive wasn't sure about the truth of either assertion. Survival would be well nigh impossible if she wasn't willing to exchange blowjobs for cash and she wasn't sure whether she might not make just one small step further down the road of addiction since smack wasn't doing quite the same business for her now that it once did.Life was tough. Fucking tough. And she didn't.