Nice shapely figures, long shoulder-length hair, very pretty, smiley faces and loads of fun.I have to admit I fancied D from the word go. Although I k...pt it to myself and behaved accordingly Sue was aware and often k**ded me on about it saying her mum was very fond of me too.A year ago Sue's dad passed away. He was only fifty-five so it was a bit of a shock to all. Especially D.Since then D has withdrawn into herself. Not her usual bubbly self at all. A week ago though, things took a dramatic. All in all it was just another fantastic meal before what was going to be a fantastic evening of celebration on a massive scale back in the middle of town.The moments following that meal became quite phrenetic for everyone as they all got cleaned up and ready to head back into town. The one feeling the tension of the moment the most was of course Vanessa. Tracey Manning was observing the girl and could easily see her nervousness, as could everyone else, but he could also tell that there. "I haven't been honest with anyone. Not you, not Jeanne, not Jill, not my Dad, nobody."She waited for me to continue."The last birthday I can remember celebrating was in eighth grade," I said. "I turned 14 that year, and we had a cake and I got some presents, and it wasn't really that big a deal. It just wasn't."Her eyes narrowed as she watched me."I'm sure I had birthdays in ninth grade and tenth grade and eleventh grade," I said. "Just like I'm sure I was just as big an asshole as Cammie says. I went to my secret closet bookcase door, opened it, and picked out some pink petticoats, bra, a wig, and other things. ‘Might as well go all the way’, I figured. But, my 5 minutes were running out. I hurriedly donned stockings, three pink petticoats, a pink taffeta petticoat, bra, my dress, wig, and just a bit of jewelry. There was no time for make up. I sat down on the bed, fluffing my petticoats and skirt. “Is it on yet?”, came Gloria’s voice through the door, “Your 5 minutes are.