The first girl, Angel, was a blonde with huge tits. As usual, Dick asked her a few questions about herself- her name, her age, why she was doing this ..."Money," she said, forthrightly), whether her boyfriend approved (or if he even knew) and soon. Then he asked her to take off her top, which she did, setting her boobs free; big as they were, they still stayed high and round and didn't sag. ("I thought so," Bob thought to himself, "they have got to be implants.")Then, at Dick's urging, Angel. Do you understand?' He nodded again.'Third rule: you will listen to me when I teach you how to be a girl.It's not that easy, and boys don't know when they get the little thingswrong. I don't want you to look or act or talk like a guy in drag.Understand?'"'What's drag?' Timmy asked me. I explained as best I could to an eightyear old. He giggled and swore that he would pay very close attention tomy lessons. I then asked Steve a couple of questions: 'Steven, I don'texpect you to agree with me. In fact he enjoyed the whole night.When the party drew to a close, he was effusive in his thanks to his hosts, telling them what a great night it had been.Sunday was a day to sleep in, recharge the batteries after the past few days of excessive eating, drinking and generally just enjoying himself.He basically did nothing but read the Sunday papers and eat, restricting his liquid intake to coffee and water for the day, as he always tried to have an alcohol free day each week. Didn't always. God, why did I have to throw that in her face, like she needed to be reminded of how all the people that said they were her friends, were quick to throw her to the waist side when they found out her secret. It’s all that douchebag Scott’s fault. He couldn’t have just left her alone. He had to go and tell everyone about her secret. I remember that day all too well. I don’t understand why she started dating him, to begin with. He is one of the biggest assholes in school. The star basketball.