He didn't care ifI was a sissy or not. He always hung around with me. Once I remember thatI had no lunch in school, he offered me half his lunch. Anot...er time Iwas wearing my sister's tights because my socks were all old and dirty.Next day he came with a pair of his football socks. It was one of thebest presents I ever had. He was my best friend. We loved each other. No, not in the gay way. Wereally didn't know what that was anyhow. Here I was, after being shot by someone that wanted to get rid. It was a long week for me as I had my heart up a few beats awaiting the outcome of this little rendezvous, and Friday couldn’t come fast enough. Kari was also looking forward to it I think, but of course she didn’t have any idea what I had in mind nor that Brad was dialed in to see if we could get him laid! Friday was finally over, and while I started to prepare some dinner, Susan came in, and I told her to go get changed and decompress a little. She was still upstairs when the doorbell rang. I stripped off my panties, the only piece of clothing still left on my tingling body, and climbed into my big bed. Knowing I’d tell him every little detail after I was done, I started to focus on my body. I was already getting turned on, just thinking of what I was doing and what I was going to do afterwards…Slowly I lay back against my mound of pillows, leaving my body exposed and open. The window next to my bed was wide open but I was too turned on to worry about anyone seeing me. I ran my. Let’s talk. Girls do that, you know?”“I know,” I said. “I just ... didn’t think you would ... I mean, you’re such a tomboy.”“But I’m still a girl.” She smiled. “Clint knows that, too.”I bit my lip, moving to the bed.“It’s okay if you masturbate to Clint, Cupcake. I think it’s hot.”“You ... do?” I swallowed and sat down on the edge of my bed, looking at her.“Come on, lean back against your wall of stuffed animals.” Melody glanced at them all. “Uncle Clinton bought you most of these, right?”I.