. You become a peeping Tom." I couldn't believe how bitter I sounded and that seemed to bother her. She decided to take a lighter tack."Oh phooey. Sto... being so up-tight. So you like to watch, so what? I like to show off! Did you play with yourself while you peeked on us?"She was slowly getting undressed while she talked and my eyes were glued to her fingers as she fumbled with the buttons. My mouth was dry and I gulped my drink."You are awful! You have a dirty mind... "She had her blouse. At 2pm, I knock on his office door. I hear his sturdy voice from inside: “Come in!” I open the door and there he is, sitting behind his desk, with a rather horny smile on his face. “Hallo Marcus.” “Valerie,” he replies, while standing up. He takes my hand, spins me around while looking at me from head to heels and then kisses my neck and lips. Then he moves back to his chair and as he sits down, he pulls me to the edge of his desk in front of him. As if in a slow-motion movie scène, he starts. Needless to say, it sounded like garbage."You are to each other? To get there?"I tried to maintain a conversational tone without giving away the fact that I could not understand what the hell Ivan was saying, while Steve kept touching things that one could never know whether or not they had been inserted into orifices regularly as of late. So I tried to reply:"We are who we are. Together. What does 'together' really mean, you know?"With safety in mind first, and without taking his eyes off the. My sister, the flirt, made sureto brush against him as we left homeroom, resulting in his shuffling downthe corridor holding his notebook in front of him.Then it happened. A few months later, she woke up one morning and sawthat there were spots of blood in her panties. She excitedly showed Momand they hurried into the bathroom for her initiation into the rites offeminine protection. I started to follow, but Mom shook her head andclosed the door. As time went on, my sister moved up to an A-cup.