I threw the soiled jacket into the wash in a careless fashion, and hopped in the shower. The hot water was just what I needed to relax myself. I tried...washing the address off my wrist, but it was still vaguely there, taunting me only a little. When I stepped out of the shower I heard the end of a voicemail being left on my answering machine. It was Vince. I rushed towards the phone, leaving a trail of droplets on the hardwood floor as I did so. He had hung up before I reached the phone, do I. Two sixth form boys did a double-take as they ran past, breasts bouncing like basketballs.“Fine by me!”Fortunately, they were only a couple of minutes late, and walked in just behind their friend Samantha, the tomboy (and closet lesbian) of their group. The teacher didn’t mind their lateness, and proceeded with the lesson. Incidentally, they were playing basketball, and Hazel and Emily got a fantastic view of their class’ bouncing racks while they played. Samantha also enjoyed this, though. Don’t worry, the pain will get less as time goes on.”We settled back after that to watch the sport. The rest of the weekend was just a blur, I really didn’t notice anything that was going on around me. I went to bed on Saturday, got up on Sunday. I must have got my things ready for school on Monday, because on Monday morning they were ready, but I couldn’t tell you when or how. I was in a complete fog.My first real memory is my sister walking into the kitchen just as I was finishing my. .lots of girls, that I also decided to go and see her last week. I really wanted to know whether my boyfriend is going to be my husband. And how to keep him from straying from me. You see, a friend had told me that she had seen him at a fiesta in neighboring village with another girl about my age. And that he was trying to feel between her legs. Hearing that had made me so unhappy.I was extremely nervous at first about going to see "Ate". My heart was pounding when I knocked on her door. But.