She threw down a blanket on the small rocks that made up the beach and kicked her shoes off. ‘Do you mind if I get in the water?’ ‘Be my guest. ...et me know how it feels.’ She took off her blouse and skirt, revealing a black one-piece bathing suit. He made every effort not to look like he was staring at her body, but this suit accentuated all of her curves to the point that he felt self-conscious about how he was feeling, as though his thoughts on display for anyone and everyone to see. She. ” The voice says, and all of a sudden I remember. “We rode the bus together a long time ago.”My knees feel weak. Memories come rushing back. I don’t know what to say.“I hope you don’t mind me calling. I don’t know if you remember me. I’ve never forgotten you, but I was always too afraid to call.”“How… How did you get this number?”“I called the number that you gave me. I told your mother that I was a friend of yours from school. She gave me your cell number. I hope that’s ok.”“Of course it’s ok.. She dropped the notepad on the desk and pulled the lid off the pen.?Hmm? let’s see.? She went down each line, crossing them off one by one. When she was done she handed it back. ?That list isn’t specific enough. You can use it as a reference, but start over. I’m also surprised, are you sure your cock is only for torturing??He looked down the crossed off items and nodded, then met her eyes. ?No ma’am, I mean yes ma’am, I mean??She nodded and handed him the pen. ?Get back to work.?He looked at. I liked what I was looking at. I turned left, then right,checking out my profile."I need boobs!" I said out loud and chuckled at myself. After my selfadmiration, I buttoned up the blouse and pull the skirt up and over myhips. Patted down the blouse and tucked in. Next I slipped in to her shinyblack pumps. They were just a tad big, but I knew I could grow in to them.Made my way back to the mirror once again where I looked myself over. Iwas missing something. My hair was okay it was a Beatles.