Jason nudged me in the ribs, which started my upper chest moving a little and I said, "I guess we're going to the movies." Frank's eyes never left the...level of my new boobs. I didn't mind. It was better than having to look at his eyes and know what he was thinking about me. Ritchie got Jason's address and said he'd pick us up at 7pm. They left and the girls surrounded us and made us promise to give them all the details in the morning. I couldn't get over how friendly they all seemed to me. Even Emily seemed impatient, as if she knew that we had big dreams and they started at some point other than here. I couldn’t believe how much my perspective on just about everything changed, from the use of ‘bad words’ around an infant who had no comprehension to the state of the world in general. Suddenly, Barney seemed endearing and cable TV seemed all too violent and sexual. The biggest and most surprising change was that my sex drive became amazingly low. Now I felt much more like staying. Then she goes on the defensive, but it's a delaying action. Basically, she breaks, but doesn't bend. She lets you win the battle, but then tries to pretend it never happened, as if that will get her the war. That, well, doesn't make her prime submissive material." So what are you doing?" Heather asked."Eventually, she stops arguing," I replied. "Of course, it goes faster if you have a bigger hammer. That's why I have the blackmail material -- it shortens the timeline." What do you want?" Your. Maybe this would change when the beach got busier, but for now, it really was a neutral zone between both beaches.When we walked next to this imaginary line towards the sea, we noticed how some of the guys from the clothed beach were looking and pointing in our direction. I'm sure they wished that they had the guts to strip down like use and maybe come over to have a chat with us, but it seemed they couldn't bear it to go bare.When we reached the sea, we just walked on and into the sea. When.