She looks up at us from her laying position on the bench. All ofus can clearly see down her blouse, which has many of the top buttonsopen, showing a h...nt of a black bra. Her long, strong legs lay out undera decently length but flowing skirt as it thinly rests against her legs.She groans and sits up, glaring at Jennifer."What do you three want?" her voice, rather deep for a girl's, tiredlysays."Nothing I want this time tranny." Jennifer harshly says, meeting hergaze."I AM a girl you know." Funny. “There’s nothing here.”“Okay, so we don’t have any tunes to play, and we don’t have any junk food. But we also don’t have a curfew ... Wait, do we?”Peter shook his head, so I continued, “We don’t have a curfew, we don’t have any police or parents telling us what we can and can’t do, and we are all voices who can do things that normal teenagers can’t do.”One of the girl voices asked, “But what does that have to do with what Lea wants?”I responded, “What’s your name?”“Whitney.”“Whitney, are you a. I finished the drink and then just kind of wandered around the neighborhood for an hour.She called at about 11:05 and said she was pretty tired, but that I should come over to her place and we could just chill. She texted me the address.So I get there, blah blah blah, we talk some, and then started making out. This is the first girl I've kissed besides my wife in over 12 years, and 2 years total, but it came back pretty quickly. Her beautiful breasts squeezed against me as we kissed. My brother would be better, she thought, even as she thanked them. Not that there was anything wrong with the way the door had been opened, per se. She just knew; her brother would have been more polite. Faster.Better.He’s always been very polite, Olivia reflected, and then didn’t give it another thought.The next day, she was given a fistful of coins by a cashier.My brother would be better, she reminded herself. He was, after all, a whiz at math. He would have counted it up much quicker, and.