" Like what?" I asked."Think about it. Popularity maybe, or attention. Lots of things. Just keep your eyes open." Ok." I wasn't going to argue with he... if it ended the conversation. Thankfully my parents turned the conversation over to asking my sister Cara about her day.After dinner I went back to my room and tried to get caught up on some of my school work. I could see that it was going to take a few days to actually get all the stuff I missed done. I knocked out a bunch of it before my eyes. "Know why? Because if You do, I'll rat You Out! I'll tell Mom about You and Cousin Phyllis feeling each other up, playing with your pussies when she sl ept over last weekend!" But We Didn't!" And I Didn't Jerk-Off while saying I was Cuming in Aunt Cindy's Mouth!" I yelled. "Your nipples are hard. When did That start happening?" They always get that way when I'm excited. But More since I had a period! O.K.?" You had a period?" Last month! Shows how much You know! But that doesn't change the fact. Well, maybe an Ozark sitcom would be more like it. Jake complimented Leslie on how nice she looked as she pirouetted in front of him. Leslie was wearing a short, pale-yellow dress that hugged her developing little curves. Matching two inch heels adorned her slender bare legs. She had brushed her hair until it glinted so black it was almost blue. Charlene had been applying a relaxer to Leslie’s hair and it was less wild now and more manageable. Leslie looked a lot like the singer Cher -- in a. Soon everyone had arrived, the usual classroom chatter instantly ceasing with the arrival of Professor Snape, his entrance marked by the harsh slamming of the door behind him. His long, black greasy hair, the hooked nose, the jailhouse pallor - all this was as Imogen had expected. As he walked into the class, he projected an aura of extreme irritation, as if he would rather be anywhere than with this class at this time. She wondered whether he was always like this. Snape strode to the front of.