She dreamed terrible dreams, where whatshe said came true, and because of it horrible things happened to the peopleshe loved, and to her, and to the w...rld. In one of the dreams, she was temptedto say something so she'd finally have nice breasts. She said something sosimple, just "I have big breasts," but she didn't say how big they were, sothey simply kept growing. At first they were perky A cups, then cute B cups,she dreamed she tried on bras and showed off her new breasts to Sam, he. She did not consider this any better than being stuck with Ms. Hollis. It felt like Nyssa all over again.Heather stood and headed to the door. Ms. Hollis thrust the absence slip towards her. When Heather tried to take it, Ms. Hollis held onto it and forced Heather to look up."Don't think you'll avoid me that easily," Ms. Hollis said with a sly smile. "Even if Laura monopolizes you today, I'll have you every day that she doesn't."Heather's eyes burned, but she said nothing, nor did she shrink. He became quite adept at spying on Susan at every opportunity, only Susan was onto it.At least they progressed slowly. It was almost four years later, and high school senior and junior were fighting the sexual tension that now ruled their lives. They had learned everything sexual from the school pipeline (and classes), and none of what they learned prohibited stepsiblings from hooking up - except the societal taboo.All throughout high school, the two of them dated others sparsely, if only to. Theylooked to be in there twenties. She looked at theirclothing. What a contrast to the designer clothing tothat worn by the young gentlemen who they mixed with.Torn jeans and faded t-shirts seemed to be the norm. YC tried to move around the man. He moved anddeliberately stood in front of her.‘Not very friendly are we?’ he jested.‘I don’t think she likes us common people!’ said another.‘We live in a dump!’ commented another member of the gangwho had.