"If anyone actually tried to pull off a heist here, you'd be the first one taken hostage," Brad replied, joking."We'll see about that," Brock replied ...ith a laugh.Their conversation was interrupted by the beeping sound on the doors to the secure area of the building. Brad glanced up at the security monitor to his left and saw a young, blonde woman around the same age as Brock in a white lab coat waiting patiently outside. Under the open front of the lab coat, the blonde was wearing a red blouse. We were teenagers after all...each of us at stages of development in school...but I was ahead of the class, in History, too...but you know what I mean. I was the magnet of the boys, mostly immature...admiring me and a few other girls from afar...I was lucky...my breasts were easily the nicest at school...it was a silent thing we all knew...mine were the best and the others were trying to catch up.What breasts meant we weren't sure but we were sure they meant something n.i.c.e. Breasts were. We just were in the same position till we reached home.We went back to Bhubaneswar and life moved on. I started going back to the shop and maaji also moved in with us to Bhubaneswar as someone had to take care of Rani.My interactions with maaji increased as most of the time Rani used to take rest and all work was done by maaji. She used to prepare food, serve me dinner, etc.I used to take her to buy groceries, vegetables, and usual household stuff. We started getting closer. I never missed an. And then I shoved that gooey handkerchief back into Arts hand, and I demanded that he drive me back home immediately. On the way home, I thought about how I had left a big, wet pussy juice stain on the back seat of Arts car, and about how Art was going to have to clean it up later. And it served him right, too! What a fucking jerk that guy was! And that ended up being our last date, because I broke up with Art the very next day. Then, about a month later, I met you. And I guess you could say.