She held her razor in one hand, her left leg coated in shaving cream. I watched in rapt attention as she carefully slid the razor up her leg, delicate...y removing the short and nearly invisible blonde stubble that had accumulated over the weekend. She was wearing nothing but the pink bra that had pushed so adamantly against the confines of her tight tee, and the matching pair of pink and polka-dot thong panties that she kept barely concealed beneath her short skirt. She shaved her legs all the. Her father had left her and her mother at a young age, she grew up with a mother that decided dating was more fun than raising an awkward, too-smart-for-her-own good daughter and Andie spent most of her time alone. Instead of paying for daycare one summer, her mother opted to leave Andie at a nearby public library during the days while she worked as a waitress and at nights Andie was left in the one bedroom apartment while her mother partied at night clubs. By the time Andie was a freshman in. I knew I wasn't being tracked by radar yet, and if I got into Canada, that'd be even less likely to happen. I was radiating no infrared upward because the bombs and my sheet were blocking it. The bombs were, theoretically, "hot" (a term that's used about nuclear bombs because the decaying radioactive material does indeed release heat), but my max-sized radio blob couldn't detect any warmth from them since I'd bagged and wrapped them, so no one else would be able to either. The bombs and I. Quickly walking here home I couldn't help thinking about how my moms breasts looked in the blouse she had on. Walking in I saw mom sitting on the couch waiting for me. Seeing me she pats the seat next to her and tell me to sit. "I you and Rachael have already had sex, but I want to make sure you know what what your doing." Stunned I sat there not knowing what to say. Grabbing the remote my mom turned on the t.v. and all you see is a guy with his eating this girl out and the girl moaning and.