No bulge, very lady like.I then tried to put on the training bra- 'How the heck do you put thison?'I could not hook it in the back no matter what I di.... Finally I tookit off and hook it together and just step in and pulled it up. Ohwell.Maybe I will ask my mom how she puts on her bra. Maybe.I looked in the mirror again. The training bra was tight on my chestand pushed what chest tissue I had, which wasn't very much, together,so it appear I had the early start of some young breasts. . As James drove past at six in the evening on Labor Day it looked as Nathan had arranged a little of both. It was a ranch-style house—all on one floor. It wasn’t a starter house or a down-sizer, but large and sprawling. It appeared to have been built more recently than most of the houses in the town. It sat atop a knoll on a double lot. The grounds were neatly kept. The house was made of red brick with a large picture window the focal point in the center. Evergreen shrubs flanked it and the dark. It was then I spotted the two young men standing expectantly at the corner. They, too, waved to make sure the driver spotted them and stopped.They too approached the rear of the bus,one plopping into a window seat two seats ahead of where I sat.The other stood beside where the woman sat and motioned with his hand to move over. I thought I noticed a slight protest but she did stand up and move over to the window seat, staring intently out the window as the young man sat down next to her;as if. " She said bluntly.Sandra looked at her in shock, "Don't you dare Mother! It wasn't you that did this, and anyway you've been happier since you started. So no Mother, you won't." She said simply."Do you mean that darling?" Veronica asked.Sandra looked at her mother, "Of course, why else would I say that." She said with a smile.Veronica just hugged her daughter; there was nothing to be said anymore.Sir Bartholomew re-entered the room and the pair separated, "Captain Williams will be outside in a.