I cried and said I’m not slut, he begged to differ; He insisted taking on three boys at once is a slut! He informed me most women go their whole lif... without having multiple men. I noticed his pants had bulge and he saw me looking at it. He told me soon enough slut. He said some new house rules; he said I didn’t need to cover up around him any more. As long as your mother wasn’t around you don’t need clothes. Part of me loved this and part of me hated it with passion. I hated wearing clothes. I bowed to her as we exchanged names. Her mother introduced me as a friend of Madam Von R--, and we sat and looked at each other."Are these Redcoats a problem?" I asked her.She looked at her mother, licked her lips, raised her chin and said, "Actually no, not really. We've gotten used to them." They are eating up our food, sleeping in our beds, bothering our servants," the woman said, looking sternly at her nearly full-grown child. The girl was probably fourteen or fifteen, and the mother about. As mybest friend as a boy, we would play on the same teem whenever weneighbor hood kids would play at the Rec Center or those fun games ofinnocent fun. But when I became a girl, he acted more like my bigbrother who was my first love and my Sweet Sixteen Love as well. It waswith him that I lost my virginity too that led to our break up and hisgoing away to college only to return just before the contest.[*][*][*]Momma and I had signed into the hotel and I was staring at myself as Iwas wearing a. 1* Amanda.Was 16, Maccas checkout chick, Brunnette, 5foot 6 tall, Looong legs, 10B breasts (I should know cause I bought her some sweet lace lingere for her 16th birthday) Killer in jeans, sneakers and torn MADONNA "Babydoll" top and my girlfreind.2** Linda. Was 36, Fake Blonde, Ginger Lyn lookalike, Divorcee, Ex Prostitute, Single parent, frustrated, just making ends meet and Amanda's mom.3*** John..(ME)Was 16, An Apprentice Motor Mechanic and told by my overbearing mom that "If you want to go.