"Hey Kristen maybeLondon boy wants to have another balance beam test with you?" I wasgetting a little nervous as the girls encircled me and Kristen. "...ewon't be that stupid again. I know you can run fast but in my eyesyou're just a little twirp!" The girls stood taller than me by atleast 4" in their heels and I was getting a little intimidated. "Justlook how long his girly hair is getting girls." The girls giggled asthey picked and pulled at my long blonde hair. It had been almost 6weeks since. At some point later, I don’t know for sure when, I wokeup. I didn’t know why, but I was awake. I laid there,totally motionless, wondering what had woken me up whenI suddenly became aware of my brother’s hand movingalong my arm.I wondered why he was doing this and couldn’t figureout how I should handle it. I mean, it didn’t feel BADhaving him touching my arm. It wasn’t any really bigdeal. Perhaps he was sleeping and just doing so in hissleep? That was cool, I. He would thensit, take me in his arms and kiss my belly all over. While he was quiteliberal at the swimming pool, allowing me to take my top off and show mybust, at home Mustapha asked me to keep more reserved, and always wear atleast a two-piece bathing suit (the climate here at Macaon is tropical andwarm for most of the year). In a show-off of femininity, I had bought arange of very colourful, funky suits, one with the American flag, one withthe Brazilian, some solid-coloured ones in very. Zack had his license, and on the occasional weekend he could borrow his parents car, but they just wouldn't let him get his own, unless he paid for it himself. Zack tried working a few summers before, to save up some of his money, but he kept becoming frustrated with what was available for his price range. "Nothing but junk!" he thought. And with the ever high gas prices, it was enough for him to decided to buy a powerful computer instead, where he spent a lot of his time either playing video.