After the match, one of the hottest girls texted John to meet her at the old house by the lake in one hour and to be alone, pretending to like him and...wanted to know him a little better. John as an 18 years old boy, couldn’t refuse, and arrived there around an hour later in a normal black t-shirt, jeans, and converse all star shoes. Little did he know what was about to happen!He opened the old wooden door and to his surprise, the whole volleyball team (which consisted of six girls) were inside. “Why don’t you put down the turkey drumsticks and talk to me again?”She wasn’t offended that I had referred to her weight; maybe she was even amused. In any case, it worked, because I got a response. “Obviously, from my photo, you can tell that I like turkey drumsticks.”I even got another photo from her. She was a hairdresser, and this one showed her from the chest up while wearing her gown from work. She had a nice smile as she faced the camera. Maybe my heart melted a little bit, because I. It is part of my job to look after you and your workload, Governor. This is how I do it. Please let me know if you would like it done differently."John saw the sense in what Peter had told him, and relented."Very well, Peter. We shall play it your way, but please try to keep my load of less important decisions to a minimum, will you?" Of course, Governor. We can't have you overworked, either!"John headed home, looking forward to a good meal and good company with his ladies, and some time with. Nowadays, though, I found myself settling into the chair in the living room or flopping down on the couch. I had entered a period of depression. I thought having breasts would have fixed everything for me.What a silly thought. I dismissed it as I walked in the door to my house. I had grown bolder in the past week and had stopped wearing sweaters and instead proper shirts. No fears from catastrophic milk leaking, after all. Today I was wearing a loose white button-up blouse. I retrieved my.