Mrs. Roth was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of coffee and staring at the wall.“Hi, Mrs. Roth! What’s new?”“Oh, nothing,” she ...umbled, looking distracted. “Same ‘ol, same ‘ol.”Well, I knew that wasn’t true. “Just thought I’d drop by and see how you were doing,” I lied.“I’m okay” She obviously wasn’t in the mood for small talk.“Well, I said, “you never know when something interesting will come along.” I paused for effect. “Life’s funny that way.”It took a moment for the. I reached and nudged Abby. She lay unmoving. I walked over to her side of the bed and nudged her again. My heart was racing. I swear to you, I could hear it thumping. The silence in the house was deafening. She didn't move. I bent down and pressed my lips to hers while I began to caress her right breast. To my astonishment, her body was responding. She kissed me back and as I brought my body closer to hers, she opened up for me. Like she was accepting my approach. The taste of her tongue was. We supported each other in how hard it was. We felt sorry foreach other and ourselves. What happened if the others at school foundout? We would be the laughing stock in the whole school.When I tried speaking to Mum about it, she just responded that shealready paid for it and I would have to do it."Mum, I don't want to do ballet." I already paid for it. You have to." I never said I wanted to do ballet." But you did the exercises at the bar." So-" You didn't complain then." So-" So you did ballet. She settled back and crossed her arms beneath her small, delectable breasts."Your turn," she said, looking like she was ready to enjoy a show.I almost tore the buttons off my shirt in my haste to shed it. I yanked it out of my pants and unbuttoned it as fast as I could, and flung it over the seat.She almost imperceptibly nodded in satisfaction, and opened her arms to me. I accepted her invitation, and leaned over her to kiss her, my hands finally making contact with the soft skin on her tummy,.