He did know he would have to be careful to not say the wrong thing to the wrong sister and screw up his budding friendship. Little did he know that th... two already had plans to screw with him.As the weeks passed, Ron and Jenny became the latest school item. They would get together before and after school while waiting for the busses, walk to classes together, and talk on the phone endlessly when not in school. Ron also became friends with Julie, and they often had lunch together. Occasionally. Ashe held me in his arms, I tried to talk, but couldn't as he softlycaressed me and kissed my temples.I didn't have to worry about getting pregnant, he had me on birthcontrol pills, even if he hadn't ordered me to take them, I still wouldhave taken them. The thought of getting pregnant, giving birth, scaredme. Women scream and curse during their deliveries with good reason.As I recovered and lay next to him, he teased my nipples and reachedfor something under the bed. As he gave it to me, I saw. She looked at her fancy weapon and smiled. It was loaded but not primed. Useless. Her feet were cold, bare and cold. Moses is shot, probably dead. They want to kill me, I'm sure of it. Who are they? Friends of the man I shot? She shook her head. No, they're younger, that vulgar macaroni's pals, his friends. I'd bet on it. She nodded and fought to control her breathing, setting her gun aside.All they heard was the wind, the rustle of apple tree leaves and a few birds, cardinals mostly and then a. It swooped down my chest to fully reveal almost half my tits. Under that was a half cup bra that covered exactly half my tits and my nipples were prone to pop out over the top. If I bent over, the blouse gaped open, my nipples popped out of my bra and my tits threatened to jump out. Gracie loved it. She said it was perfect and men loved a glimpse of nipple.I wore a lightweight, very dark maroon jacket over the blouse so at least I could cover up my tits if it became too much for me.Gracie wore.