" Didn't we break up?" Now we are back together." D leaned in as if to kiss but quickly palmed my zipper with a gentle squeeze. "I see you, later."I...arrived later in the afternoon. D's roommate N., and another friend G sat stoned on her couch. N. and G. surveyed me, not knowing that I understood Spanish. "So this is your big dick boyfriend, D?" N asked."He speaks Spanish." D replied from her bedroom. "Come here!" N. and G. waved at me as I walked into D's bedroom where she greeted me with. None of them look like yours. None of them seemed to end up with a participant wanting to jump into college. Matter of fact, I can’t think of one where the female wasn’t pregnant.”“Not pregnant,” I said. “Not gonna be. Too young. Gotta get college out of the way.” I didn’t feel I needed to explain about Bill’s vasectomy, that I had a step-daughter who was almost my age and an only child.I was, however, paying close attention to this conversation with Deena’s situation clearly in mind.“Okay,. "The woman glanced at my Aunty and nodded in sudden understanding. "Oh,I see. Well you're a very pretty little Princess, darling!" She kindlystraightened my satin frock over my billowing petties for me, and I hadto stop myself from backing away from her gentle touch. Part of me wasterrified she was going to flick up my frothy petties and discover myembarrassing infantile underwear, and I defensively pressed the frontof my shimmering satin frock over my bulging panty crotch.She chuckled at my. It was easy because I have mastered the art of doing it for more than two years. The first item on my new agenda was to see Gerald. The luxury silver SUV parked outside Gerald’s office barely registered in my consciousness. I knocked once and opened the door:“Gerald, I want to hand in my…”“Sam,” Gerald interrupted, slouching behind his mahogany desk. “Or should I call you Christine Marais, a South African billionaire’s long lost daughter?”Sitting in the easy chairs in Gerald’s office were two.