Sitting in my chair like that, his crotch wasdirectly at eye level. I could see the bulge in his pants and how itstretched against his zipper. I felt ...shamed that I noticed. I lookedaway from it for a moment, but was afraid of being disrespectful. Itried looking up at Anderson, my eyes wide and pleading, but I couldn'thold his steely gaze. Ultimately I dropped my head and, afraid to closemy eyes entirely, stared at the bulge, massive and masculine. He wastalking, but I couldn't hear him, all I. She looked at Marie. Marie looked at me. All three of us were Stephanie."Wicked!" she said.We closed the door and then went and sat on Marie's bed. Apparently at some point in her life she had stopped wearing nighties to bed; her boobs came on display when she had sat up. Stephanie in my head was keeping an eye on those, and I noted that they were definitely bigger than the boobs I had played with when we were teenagers. Made sense, I thought, as at some point they had to fill up with milk to. "Ok, the girls shower is open for you so go clean up and have a good day."We went up to the school gym and went inside. The director had followed us in and asked me to wait a second. When she came up she asked about Dar. I told her about how George had gotten wounded and how Dar had rescued him in Iraq. I also told her about the problem with the mediation he'd been given."Ok, go take your shower and come to my office. I have to work, but I'll keep an eye on him." Dar looked at her and said,. ”“Except I wouldn’t have been me. It would have been a terrible choice.”“But easy for a weaker woman. If you think about it, it might even work for a lot of women. If the guy is tolerable, eventually she’d find a way to love him. Arranged marriage often work like that.”“My parents,” she nodded. “Not my grandmother.”“Tell me about her.”“My mother’s mother. My mother really must have rebelled ending up like she is. The proper lady. Grandmother certainly isn’t. Or wasn’t. When I got pregnant, she.