I was a junior in high school. I was one of those girls that boys never paid attention to. I was taller than most of them. My chest was flat; I barely...needed a bra. And I tended to study all the time. So, my weekends were spent with my books and my girlfriend, Sarah. We had been friends for several years and now I considered her my best friend. We were together all the time and often showed our affection for each other by friendly touches and walking so close together we touched each other. I. My cock was nice and warm and got even warmer as I began to stroke it. I didn't want to have a full blown hard on, just half of one for now, so I didn't stroke it too much.Slipping my sunglasses on to hide my eyes I glared at the opening in the curtain and could hear a girl telling her mom she was going to try on some things and her mom told her she’d meet her in electronics when she was done. My luck was proving great as the teen entered the booth diagonally across from me. Using the mirror I. Somehow my relief exceeded my alarm at the silent confirmation. I really wasn’t related to this worm. But then, who was I? And what was I going to do now?“What’s going to happen to me?” I asked John. Harold had no answers I wanted to hear.“I suppose you and Harold will be moving out when I take the house,” offered Bete. Harold was sobbing openly now. “Though, maybe not together.”“No. I’m not moving,” I said. I couldn’t lose the only things that made my life bright. That house anchored me to. ‘Are you Mr. Ingram, the talent scout? I’m Maureen. My agent said I should meet you to request a screen test. He gave me your card.’ Maureen handed Mr. Ingram a plain white business card. It said: MR. INGRAM HOLLYWOOD MOVIE PRODUCER & TALENT SCOUT Maureen kept her voice strong but the pleading was evident. ‘Can you get me a screen test? Please…I’ve been searching everywhere to get an acting job. I want to be a movie star.’ Mr. Ingram got the gist of this improvised play. ‘Movie star, huh? Well,.