I can'tlock myself away in my bedroom forever, it's good to try to break out ofthe comfort zone once in a while. To the untrained eye, I look just lik...a boy. No one's likely to 'clock' me, and even if they do, they'reunlikely to care. And it's not like I'll be exploring London by myself,Ella will be there, as will many of my other friends... However, one of'Kayleigh-Ann's friends was once kidnapped by her father and forced tolive life as a boy. But Laura was twelve when that happened,. As it happened, we lived in vaguely the same direction so I offered to walk her to her flat. We stood outside the entrance to her flat building to say our goodbyes, I took a chance and went in for a kiss...she happily responded. After a few mins of snogging, she remembered about her bf and that she shouldn't really be doing this. But that didn't stop her. We continued for a bit and then she suddenly just said "do you want to see my tits?". Before I could answer, she pulled down the sides of her. Dr K: What about Bec?N.C: It seems she had another bad night. She woke up screaming soon after 11pm. Night shift spoke to her and she settled. Then she woke again at 12:50am with more screaming. At this time, night shift gave her the tablets you prescribed to help her sleep if needed. She slept the rest of the night through.Dr K: Was she screaming anything intelligible?N.C: No. Apparently it was all incoherent. I checked her as soon as I finished the hand-over from night shift and she appeared. She pushed my hand hack down once it got to the edge of her skirt but she didn't break the kiss. I moved my hand back to the knee but began to lean forward, she didn't stop me and allowed me to move on top of her.Slowly I began to move my hand to her waist, moving up her shirt till I reached her breasts. She reached up and grabbed my hand but I caught her and hived her hand to over her head, with one hand I held it there and moved the other one there too. I held both her small wrists in one of.