.... why they might be ..... be tender.Like, what happened? Like, not what happened just now, but why did theyget so big? And do they hurt all the tim...?" and her voice kind oftrailed off."The doctor said it's something called gynecomastia, at least I thinkthat's what he called it - but he doesn't know what's causing it. AndMom ..... and Mom doesn't want to take me to another doctor for moretests," and my voice kind of trailed off and I fought to regain controlof myself so that I wouldn't burst. Going into the bathroom, I stripped and changed. Pulling out the pistol I had stashed, I slipped the harness on, and picked up my windbreaker.I walked downstairs, and turned the coffee pots on and then went outdoors with Cyclone on my heels. Resetting the alarm, I started jogging down the path that headed to the lake, three miles away. I was figuring a good run down to the lake and back would be a good start to getting back in shape.I slipped my sunglasses on, as the sun was just starting up. The touch of his hand was like lightening through her stomach. He slowly moved his hand away but could not get over the tingle in his fingers.As they left her condo, Sloan was careful to pull the door closed and locked it. Small lighthouse path lights lit the boardwalk. They were staggered on both sides of the boardwalk so there was constant light as they walked. There were many decorative lights throughout the garden area and several tall lights on the tree side, but Sara was still afraid to. I kept an eye on them, and soon saw two other girls of similar age, one chatting with another guest, the other looking around rather nervously.Several times the four girls met up, exchanged a few words and split up. One of them came up to the bar where I was standing, and ordered a drink."A Margarita, please" the young voice said - asking more than ordering. The bartender looked at her kind of suspiciously and hesitated.Just before he could say something, I repeated her order "You heard her, a.