She turned around and ran her elbow into my chest, only lightly bumping it, but man did it hurt. I went to the bathroom where there was a full-length ...irror and looked at myself. I didn't see anything different. Though when I lifted up my sweatshirt I noticed my nipples where a little larger and slightly swollen. I almost screamed in excitement until I realized that Dad had just gotten home and probably hadn't told Mom yet since I requested him not to.I calmed myself down, used the bathroom for. He was roaring toward the Edgar Springs cutoff, it was really a stretch of the original hiway 63 that had run through the town years before. He let off the gas and nudged the brakes, checking the mirror. The cop wasn’t in sight yet, he had had to slow, turn around, and get back up to speed. There was a chance……… His voice came across the big base station radio as she sat in the sunroom again nervously waiting for his next response. Now the real test started. Could he do it? Yes. She knew he. I was spotted and reported to the police bythe milkman's delivery boys - they had seen me climbing through the windowof my parents home (the quietest way of getting in and out). The policewere called and my parents made their excuses.The situation was brought to a head.I was sent to a child therapist who through a series of 4 or 5 sessionsand one family session determined that I was jealous of my sister - shewas the eldest and never had to make do with hand me downs. Of course Iwas jealous of. I aimed the pistol as a stream of water soaked her T-shirt. Her nipples were clearly visible behind the wet shirt. She giggled loudly.“No, silly. Lower!” she said as she unbuttoned her jeans, revealing a neatly trimmed dark bush. This was a girl who did not believe in underwear.I aimed the water pistol at Cindy’s groin. She cried out and laughed hysterically as the cold water hit her womanhood. I did it a couple more times as Cindy laughed loudly.Cindy then climbed back on top of the counter.