So i feel asleep (it was friday) so i had the hole weekend to think. i got up around 8:00 in the morning.i got something to eat there was a note on th... table saying "dear zach me and your dad are going out this weekend and will not be home this weekend.so i was happy i could sit in a tree all day. so i climbed the tree. i got to the branch i was always on. there she was crying. she didn't know that i came up. i came up behind her and huged her. she gasped and looked. she siad " zach please for. A large part of the reason why I'd wanted to become a Confederacy volunteer in the first place had been to keep my family safe. I'd just assumed that Queenie felt the same way I did.When she first told me that she was planning on picking Darryl Cloward, this sixteen year old, muscle bound, football clown who lived two houses down from her, I got a bit upset. Even after she agreed she'd use her second and third picks on my mother and sister, I remained upset. She told me she had no idea who her. We were locked in an intimate and tight embrace. Our hugging was encompassing, intense, seeking and feeling each other’s body. My fingers ran through her thick oily hair while her heavy breasts were pressing against my chest. Her whole body touching mine was electrifying my nerves. We were entangled, entwined, encircled, enjoined and enveloped in each other’s arms, as if our two bodies were trying to unite and become one. I could smell her distinctive erotic feminine body aroma. Her breasts. So why do I let him call me that?The seatbelt runs right between my breasts, covering nothing important. “Hands behind your back. Spread those legs.”I slide my hands behind my back and cross my wrists. My breasts poke out immediately, the cold air making my nipples hard almost instantly. The goosebumps, however, have little to do with cold. With every sway of the car, my breasts swing in between the seatbelt. They feel incredibly heavy. All I can think about are the people in every car passing.