While Hillsboroughhad its college campus to make it a trendy gathering place for yuppies andliberals, however, Danbury had a slightly more inexplicabl... something.Call it charm, call it mystery, call it a night life, call it what youwill, but it was a popular destination for the students of Hillsboroughlooking for the sort of good time during the weekend that somewhat morewholesome Hillsborough simply couldn't provide. It was a bustling enoughlittle community with enough interesting destinations. "I don't think so, maggot! Only women have breasts, and you're no woman. In fact, you're nothing but a little girl playing soldier, aren't you?" I goaded her further."If you say so, Sir!" She shouted back, a slight tinge of anger showing at the corners of her mouth."You're god damned right, I do! Women have breasts, soldier. But little girls just have tits. Now, what the fuck are those little things poking out from your uniform, private?" I shouted, attacking her self-esteem."Those are my tits,. It was an allusion to the fact that she never showed, unlike the other girls on the site who were just out to get some tokens. She simply enjoyed coming on and trolling the guys who were so desperate to see what lay hidden. Sometimes, when she was in an extra playful mood, she would tease the guys, acting like she was about to take off her top, then she would dump her feed for the night. When she would return she'd make up some excuse about her internet going out if anybody asked her about it.. Emily put on the clothes that she had worn there. It consisted of a ‘boob tube’ and a pair of really tight blue jeans. I knew that she had panties on because they stuck up above her waist. The boob tube only covered her good size breasts but did nothing to hold them as she walked. It certainly didn’t cover the fact that her nipples were constantly hard either.Now Emily was thirteen and I was fifteen so we both knew what Mom and Dad were doing. She started asking me questions about sex and I.