Blake sits opposite me at the table overlooking their immaculately-groomed grass tennis court. Money. The first time Blake invited me over to his hous..., I didn’t dare touch anything. But now I’m almost used to it.His parents play a vigorous game behind him, their white tennis outfits drawing my eye over his shoulder. The rhythmic thwack of the ball back and forth stops. They argue over a line call, his mom’s voice carrying sharply while his dad tries to abate her.“She’s such a bitch sometimes,”. But of course, that let the feminine hormones have their waywith me. Maybe it hit me surprisingly strong because I'd already had somuch in my system, or maybe he really did give me double doses.Regardless of the reasons, I got the full range of affects from thehormones. My skin became even smoother. My emotions went haywire withme crying at any little thing... and of course the guys pulling me intotheir arms for comfort any time I cried. My curves came in slow but theydid come in... my. John paid the driver. Debbie put her arm around Linda’s waist, almost protectively, guiding her into the house as they followed Bob. Hey…he was leading the way! He walked straight in, but there was no one to greet or welcome him in. Linda and Debbie followed, no meet and greet by the hostess, Yvonne, whoever she’s meant to be. Linda hesitated.This was someone’s home. Debbie, ushered her in, John was now close behind, she knew because she recognised his aftershave and felt his hand on her hips,. To usne uske bheege jism ko idhar udhar chhute huye dekhne laga,Jai —-ye raha, yaha kata hai usne, ruko …Bolke jai ne pith ke ek jagah pe chat liya. Jab namrata chaunk uthi to, jai ne kaha …Jai —–beta, jaha ye keeda kate waha thook lagane se zeher nahi failta.Namrata uspar bharosa karke chup chap khadi thee. Aur fir jai uski bra ki hook ke pas jakar use kholne laga, par jai ke hath kamp rahe the.Namrata —-mama use rehne dijiye.Jai mama —-are pagli kahi ek do andar chala gaya hoga to. Meri hi.