They all went silent when they saw me. “Who the hell are you?” One of them said. “Ahhh….I think I came into the wrong place…” �...Are you a local?” “Umm, yeah, I think so…” “Shit, lady, then you definitely came in the wrong place”. They started bitching at me like I’d never been spoken to before. I tried to tell them that I’d just made a mistake, but my voice was drowned out by all the guys yelling and swearing. They’d won the game, but the local crowd had thrown their rubbish. I’m well built with muscles earned from hard work and not from a gym. I rescued Cynthia and her vintage Mustang from the side of the road. Her car had broken down and I pulled over to help her. Cynthia was a tall, leggy, tight bodied, redhead with green eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose. I like to think that I would have stopped even if she hadn’t of been so pretty. Cynthia was wearing a man’s shirt tied below her breasts, a pair of cut off shorts , and wedge sandals that made. ‘Uncle Stavy.’ Isn’t that you twats call him? I bet that he’s gonna leave you guys a lot of that lawyer money, whatever it’s worth. Look, I know that I’ve been a complete ... you know,” Amanda audibly struggled for the words.“C U Next Tuesday?” I taunted her.“Haha, but I guess that’s true enough. Look, maybe we can ... you know ... work it out between us. For a price,” Amanda tried to offer me an olive branch, much to my astonishment.“What, to be on the cheerleading squad or something? What. What irked me was that my breasts were not overly large by any means. In fact, a number of the girls bothering me probably had larger breasts. What they took offense to was the fact that I was once flat, and had broken free of that prison. Somehow my growth pissed them off in the most extreme way.School had become hell, but I still had home to look forward to. Nice and quiet, where I could unwind. For most of my life, I had come home to do my homework right away. Nowadays, though, I found.