If a story didn't include the possibility of violence and death, it seemed a little meek and boring to me.An hour flashed by and the story was as good...as it was getting. An e-mail was zipped off to my editor and then the shower beckoned. It seemed as if the water washed away my London self, leaving the girl who grew up in Aurora and got her first taste of the life of a war correspondent by covering 9/11 for the Columbia University Daily Spectator. It was startling to realize that while that. "I have to get this first." So she followed me into a lingerie store that weboth knew of. It was our favorite place to sit in front of during thesummer.Without hesitating, I went right to a rack of shiny, satin bras, and lookedfor my size. Here it was, I happily thought. A 38 DDD! And in soft pink,too!Without thinking why, I paid for the bra, with a smile on my face, thenstrolled out of the Mall with a smiling Bambi.Once back at my house, we put all the girls' clothes, hers and mine, in. It was so very Sean. He reached back, pulled me into his lap and kissed me soundly. That might have led to other things, but I was abstaining. I could have serviced Sean, but he did not ask it, which warmed my heart a little. We simply prepared for bed. Christine had loaned me the chemise, so I changed into it. With her breasts, it was a tight fit. Mine had it staining. Sean showed just a trace of surprise, but made no comment. I went to sleep with his hand inside, fingers around a nipple.. For that reason the other boys gave the woods a wide margin as 'perverts' could be hiding there waiting for an unsuspecting boy but I knew better. All the 'perverts' were at the bus station or the train station where I had even been approached on a few occasions. I had no interest in those men as I had decided a solitary approach was best and so I went into the woods on many occasions. I went there to be alone and I went there to display my secret and my nude body to the trees and the flowers.