Suddenly everything became clear.My mind replayed the first time I started to hate him. It was after a soccer match in junior high. I stumbled on a ro...k and would've been kissing the rough ground if not because the striker from the other team caught me in time and got me back on my feet. I was about to thank him when Chris simply strode by and gave him a swift punch on the guts.Then I replayed the time when a couple of bullies pushed me to a corner and demanded my lunch money. I never liked. I would wear a bra with a front hook for my 32 B breasts, a blouse and a knee long cotton skirt without pants. I rang the bell and immediately Mr. Johnson opened the door. “Hi Lola, nice to see you this year! How are you?” After we exchanged some friendly chit-chat, he pointed to the stairs. “Dave is in his room. I am off to work and see you tonight?” I rushed past Mr. Johnson and ran upstairs. I was so hot, I already felt my wetness leak out my lips. I wanted Dave so badly. On top of the. .." It felt so good. "Would you take your top off? I want to see your body." She looked up at me, not expecting this."Are you sure, dear? We don't have to."I smiled at her, "I want to." She looked self conscious."You're so beautiful and young and I'm...43." It never occurred to me she felt this way."Oh noo nono, you're beautiful Miss Liz. I've always thought so." She smiled sweetly and remained on her knees as she unzipped her hoodie. It fell to the ground beside her and she lifted her blouse. The colors were pinks, violets and earth tones, but more heavilydone than usual. My eyeliner and mascara were quite thick and my cheeksmade quite pinkish-red. My long nails remained frosted pink, matching mypuffy wet lips. Maria teased out my blond hair into a much bouncier andfuller pageboy bob than I had for the afternoon. To complete the look, sheadded a cute pink and white satin and taffeta bow with ribbon streamers tothe top of my head, several gold and pearl finger rings, and.