As she looked at me with a somewhat puzzled look, I quietly asked her, "Are you sure you want to go ahead with this?" Yes!", she responded immediately... "Let's move, then" I told her. She nodded as I slipped one hand under her knees, and the other behind her shoulders and then picked her up. She wrapped her arms around my neck and laid her head against my chest. Still holding Heather in my arms, I stood and quietly walked to the front door, managing to open it with the hand under her legs, and. She turned back to the front again, going over, in her head, the stories for tonight’s show. It was somewhere around the twentieth floor, that an almost forgotten thought began to creep into her mind. It took her several seconds to realize what it was. The twenty-third floor was unoccupied due to renovation. She was just about to say something to the girls when the doors opened and the girls rushed forward taking Sharon with them. Before she realized what was happening, Sharon found herself. That's why I didn't come over." No it was me." And with this shared embarrassing moment, Karen madeher first 'boy' friend.They started talking about sports and video games. New topics thatKaren had an interest in but couldn't talk to her friends about. Theychatted online for an hour. Karen decided that she wouldn't be a spy.That anything she learned about the boys she was with she would nevertell their moms. After all she had an even bigger secret than they did.She also developed an. Charlene pulled up short, unnerved. "Mom?"Her mother seemed unaware of her presence, staring at her own voluptuously nude reflection through puffy, bloodshot eyes and crying. Her magnificent breasts heaved and bobbled with her weeping. Charlene couldn't help noticing that her mother's nipples were, stiffened, fully swollen. "Are you all right, Mom?"Slowly, she crossed the room towards her mother, bare feet sinking into the plush softness of the carpeting with each step. She stopped behind her.