I was thinking to myself just how great my life is. I have a young sexy woman living in the house behind us my wife didn't care if I would watcher at ...er. I found myself slipping into a routine of just trying to catch glimpse at her. One night I was out with John and when I got home I looked around for Sara I walked in the bedroom and I seen Sara standing in front of the window. Her shorts were laying on the floor and had her shirt pulled up over her tits. Lucky for me she didn't hear me come. I didn’t even know it was going to happen.”“Damn. What happened to the girl?”“I don’t know,” he sobbed. “We moved right away.”“Have there been others?” I asked not sure I wanted to know the answer, but felt I needed to ask.“A lot.” He whispered. “A couple each year.”Holy shit! You think I would have heard about a monster attacking girls if it was that many. Well maybe not. I didn’t tell anyone and I guess I could see how a girl wouldn’t want to tell someone a monster had attacked her. It was. "You're too much for a B, but not too much for a C. TheseLilyette's are a rather small C so they fit you just a triflesnug." Yeah, it didn't feel like there was much more room. But theydon't even make a D in that style." I know. Sometimes its not easy to find a bra that is bothpretty and fits right. Flat women don't have any problems infinding pretty bras, but they're trying to make up in lace whatthey lack in womanhood."I thought that was a rather nasty comment, but if anything, mymom, Lei and. I’d learned from dorm room bull sessions, from Leisurely Lane strategy meetings, from just visiting with friends, that the most important thing I could do was to listen.It could be silly stuff — Janey has a crush on Roberto. LaToya is so pissed. Or serious stuff. Trust issues, abuse issues, abandonment issues.Here, I did have some street creds. Everyone knew I’d been left at that church in a cardboard box. Knew I’d been through the same destabilizing foster homes cycle that many of them had..