At least that's how they acted."I wonder if they all took acting classes," I mumbled"Maybe they're just naturals, the little devils," This is a big ca...e isn't it?" I asked rhetorically. "How about I go undercover?"There was that stare again. Her eyes opened up. I could see the hint of a tear at the corner of the closest eye. She smiled. "They are a lovely bunch of women, Joe. You want to go undercover with one of them?" She winked."All in the line of duty boss." Who?" The nurse." She single?". "Silence on the other end."I just finished high school," you add."So you're eighteen?" Your mother says. "You didn't get fat, did you?"You look down at your shapely body. Not fat, not in the slightest, but you have certainly grown from being a kid into being a woman. Your perky d-cups are filling out a crop top and your jean shorts hug a wide set of hips and a firm, round butt. Your long legs get a lot of attention at the Big Boy. One of the girls showed you how to roll your uniform's waist so. " Well," she said, "if you want, you can try to help me figure out how to use this damned thing. I have no idea how it works and I could really use your help." Oh, you bet! Why don't you come down and let me take a look?" That's wonderful, my dear. I'll be right there."I always love it when Kathleen calls me "dear" because she makes me feel so special. Anyway, she was at my house within minutes and we sat down to figure out this evil device. It took a while, but I was able to set up a user. On a fateful Saturday morning, I had decided to go to school to study before going for a run or some hockey practice. Coincidentally, I had met Jarelle at the school gate. She was decked in her jersey and I could see a hint of her pink sports bra."Hey, Ralph right? What are you doing in school on Saturday?" Jarelle asked."Oh I am here to train and study. You?" I replied happily."I am meeting Emy to work on our set pieces. What are you going to work on today?" She asked as we continued our way.