Wait! Doesn't the Captain of the Cheerleading Cult wants to fuck you very often? Which by itself makes you a shithead! You can't stand the popular kid... who aren't jocks or cheerleaders. You're not the sharpest tool in the box so you resent the smart kids. You think the stoners are idiots." She ticked them off one by one on her hand. "Should I go on? I mean, is there anyone in school who doesn't know your opinion about the below-stupid kids?"I sighed."You're a shithead," she concluded."Reggie is. " I hoped that simple statement would indicate I agreed with them and was ready and willing to put aside our friendship for the time being."Good," Ken chortled and turned to his wife, "Now if you've finished making speeches dear we can get on. Slave Carol, please remove your dress and let us feast our eyes on your lovely body." Perhaps sir, you might care to put some music on although with only one item of clothing I cannot perform the dance of the seven veils." Brenda laughed and put a disc in. I nodded in appreciation of all the hard work. "Beautiful night for a swim. I hope the scuba teams took a second or two to admire the scenery."Nasuh and Sati both cracked thin smiles. They thought I was joking. Ah well. I yawned. "Big day today. I'll probably read for a short while and then sack out. Think you can find a few volunteers to join me for a 4 AM run down the beach Nasuh?"We both smiled. The rights to be my personal duty guards were fiercely competed for. "Oh, I think we can manage. She was a bad friend. Slowing down, Brandi became aware of something else odd: her chest hurt. Her duties as the Protector regularly had her running much further, for much longer - she’d never had any issues with her chest hurting before.Looking down at her sticky cleavage, Brandi frowned. The question from last night arose its head once more: had her boobs grown? No, that didn’t make sense. Maybe it was just that she’d stopped wearing a bra.Why had she stopped wearing a bra?Before she could.