‘What if I tell them and I’m not pregnant?’ she resorted to wishful thinking. ‘Your Guidance Counselor?’ James suggested hopefully. She shoo... her head. ‘You’re going to need medical attention before too long, Becky,’ James reminded her. ‘I know that!’ she protested through her tears. ‘I just don’t know what to do.’ ‘At least, buy one of those pregnancy testing kits in the drugstore. You’ve got to find out for sure’. ‘Oh, no! I couldn’t do that,’ she pleaded. ‘Everyone in town knows me. They. We kept a stock of pads of paper right in the phone alcove to keep her from doodling on the bare wood of the desk. When she finished talking and set the phone back in the cradle, she would take the sheet of paper, rip it in half and throw it in the basket under the desk. This way she would have a fresh sheet when she sat at the desk next time.I don't think she was aware of what she drew, in fact I was almost sure of it. A lot of the images were little stick figures that she had refined over. Indeed, without apparent kink, she definitely liked tailored, near military cuts--even very professional leather outfits. Her skin was a wonderful shade of milk chocolate.Viola said, "It's hard for me to work on this, because their social system seems to reject the idea that older women, and younger infertile ones, are worthless. Breeding is incredibly important to them, although I'm not quite sure, given that they are talking about Earth being attacked within a decade or so, how we could breed. Her sweetest reply was ‘do anything you want I don’t mind’Hearing it I pressed my nose against the back of her neck where the braid started.Ahhhh, the smell was so pure and intoxicating. I just stayed there for some time, taking in all I could.The sweet smell of oil and shampoo with a tinge of sweaty smell. Ohhhh I was feeling so high.Now I slowly pulled the band out and started undoing rehna’s long braid. Even after undoing the braid fully, the hair still had the curls and waves of the braid..