Me: please don’t be sad because of me shyam. What you have in me now is not love. It’s just crush. There is a lot of difference between love and c...ush.He: so you think my love is not true?Me: don’t mean like that shyam. We are in the age where we get attracted to each other. This crush will vanish when we have each other. Its not a true love.He seemed to be very sorrow.Me: please don’t be sad shyam please.He: its okayWe had some conversations after that and I asked him to drop me in my house.. I walked down the isles in-between the seats, she saw me and smiled. "Michael told me you got a big buck," she said "yeah, I’ve never seen one that big that close to the school." "What did you do today?" I asked "Me and Ivana did laundry and went with Robert to the old supply camp to see if we could find something we could use." "Sounds like fun, did Michael tell you that the showers are back on," "yeah I was actually about to go up there." "Well if you don’t mind the company i'll come with. I instantly suspect she actually just sent a lover over the balcony, and that she was having an affair!Of course, this sent a rush of excitement through my body, as I ask her what the hell she was just doing. She just laughs, as I rush to the balcony and outside, which hangs near an outfield homerun fence to a ball field. A team of young adults are having batting practice and a pair of guys are shagging near the fence. I move from their sight just as they turn toward the balcony, obviously. Mom had once told me they were suckable, and I about died ... I was only thirteen at the time. My areolas were a darker shade of rose, and I pressed them gently with my fingers. When nothing felt out of place, I began a careful check of the rest of my breasts, which currently required a B-cup. I performed this self-examination once a week since I'd had a benign lump removed from the left breast two years earlier.Finding nothing unusual, I reached for a button-up shirt I'd found at a yard-sale.