Half of the attached two car garage was turned into a bedroom with an in house doorway for Charley. Being the only boy meant that Charley had his own ...oom while his sisters were bunked two to a room. He also never had to worry about hand me down clothes. That was not a problem for any of the kids now. As his parent’s income increased none of their kids would ever be caught in hand-me downs again. Things were tight back then and dad only sprung for one extra bathroom that Charley had to share. I was a runner. I ran in the school athletics team. I ran when I'd got something on my mind; when I was angry or upset. But I didn't have bulging biceps or a six-pack. I kind of had a two to four-pack. In the right light.My eyes were my most striking feature: honey-coloured; almost golden. People told me I had honest eyes and they often betrayed the truth of what I felt. The rest of me? Rather normal, really: choppy chestnut hair that was messily swept over to the right; a slender nose; strong. My period... , still? How long does this thing last? Following Julio into the bathroom, Olivia grabbed a towel and wiped her pussy clean while Julio climbed into the shower. "Julio, one last thing. You said you could get me birth control pills. I still need those and from what I understand I'm supposed to start them within the next few days. Can you still get those for me?" Yeah, I'll get you something," he said as he gave her one last look before pulling the shower curtain closed.Olivia. I'd often find myself having a little debate with her about a book we've both read. Unfortunately for a long time we just remained associates and would only ever see each other when I went to the library, and due to my work load this was becoming a less frequent thing which deeply saddened me, until one day I bump into her in the shops, I've just popped in for some essentials and scratch cards but she's coming out of the shop with a lot of bags. I sense an opportunity to spend some time with.