Let me see how you cleaned up. Looks good, now remove my shorts and suck me.”She pulled off my shorts, knelt between my legs, and was sucking me whe... my phone rang. “Hi, Ali, what’s happening?” He was my college buddy and co-worker. We were very close friends since college and had even shared a girlfriend in those days.“How are you doing, Nish? How’s Bombay treating you?”“Pretty good, Ali, getting my morning blowjob.”“You’re full of shit, Nish. Don’t shag and dream.”I disconnected and called. “Damn, look at the set on her.” One whispers.“Great legs.” Another adds.“I can't wait to see the other side.” A third chimes in.Their ogling is particularly painful tearing at the sore wound that is your current life. It's been over fifteen long years since your lying unfaithful piece of scum ex-husband conned you into getting the surgery. Some how the creep convinced you that a natural C-cup wasn't good enough and like an idiot you caved into his whims. Soon, with bitter clarity, unwanted. They had so much in common: both new to Honolulu, both new to this school, both without any grandparents or cousins and such; they even had the same name, almost. If he had been going to give a card to just one person, it would have been Paula Akron.She was opening the card now. He hoped she could figure out the secret message in it. He had seen her reading a book: Secret Codes and Ciphers. When she was done reading it, he read it. It was really a book for fourth graders, but they were both. I escorted her over to her table, picked up her tray and her book bag, and took her over to my table.“I thought we should get to know each other better before the dance.” I said as we sat down. Bev was trying to be cool, but when Char looked over and met her eyes, they both squealed and hugged.“I meant you and I, not you and my lovely cousin. But hey, I am an open-minded guy.” I said with a laugh, earning me a glare from both girls.Charlene Summers, Char (Shar) to her friends, was the younger.