Nicole wondered if she were too old to play with Barbies. But it didn'tmatter. It was something she had been denied most of her life.They drove their ...ars, talked about their Barbies' dates to the prom."Is your Barbie's boyfriend named Sam, Nikki?" Amber teased."Sam? Who's Sam?" Nicole teased back, trying to be a little coy.Amanda heard the giggling. She grabbed her housecoat and came down stairsto see what was going on. She stood outside the doorway, at first, notwanting her "girls" to see. Most of them were losers though, either too dorky, ugly, or some other defect. She even had ones that currently had girlfriends hitting on her, but the last thing she wanted to do was ruin her reputation. Oh, not the one that she was a virtuous virgin (God knows that wasn’t true.) but the one she had with the other girls at school. Although she had the looks for it, all the other girls in her High School knew she wasn’t one one of those skanks. Ones that goes around flirting and stealing other. I was struggling to free myself when I felt a prick in my thigh. I continued to struggle and then I knew no more. I woke up I know not how long afterwards. It was pitch dark. The only thing I was aware of was a splitting headache. My brain was in a whirl but slowly I could recollect my walk and the assault. And them more confusion—I was lying on the softest of beds. For one who laid on string cots in the Punjab, on sacks of vegetable on the journey to the States, and on the carpet flooring. She is the mother of three boys, and with that comes football, baseball, soccer, and Boy Scouts. She was a swimmer herself, and could not have cared less about these kinds of things, but she made herself into quite the coach as necessity required. I love these scars too. Our joke has been that should I piss her off enough, she could have me sent to prison for wife abuse simply by showing the cops her legs. My wife has a scar on her chest, where her right breast used to be. She was too young and.