Amy's mother, at my suggestion, would probably become a thousand-a-night "escort" in D.C. and Baltimore; she had no other talent, but in bed she was w...nderful. I had enjoyed her many times as the family's lawyer.In came Amy, carefully dressed, her hair perfect of course, and her maturing body ripening rapidly. "Hi, Uncle Jack," she greeted me, and I waved her to a chair and quickly told her the basic facts. Her credit card was void and the only car her family owned was her little red Dodge. ‘Now you freshen up and finish getting ready, we will be leaving in fifteen minutes.’ I went to the bathroom to freshen up, and went to my desk and touched up my makeup, combed out my wig and went to my wall locker to get my dress. I stepped into my little black dress and pulled it up and reached back to pull up the zipper when I realized that I hadn’t done anything about my lack of breasts. I went back to my desk and pulled out some duct tape and placed it under my pecs and pulled them tight,. ." You're not going to work," she shot back, pointing towards the bed tosignify I should sit down.That was a relief. "Good, I don't think I could stand Busy Bees today." Oh," Mum said, "you're going to Busy Bees. Do you think I'm going to letyou sit around the house all day, on your own, playing that." She lookeddown at the console with disgust. "Game?" But...." I began to stammer, again not finding any words after that."I've spoken to Angela, and to that girl you work with, Rachael. Theyknow. Her old friend Mary was now her belovedgirlfriend, even if no one in school or in her house knew about theirrelationship. And her relationship with Charlie was better than ever butthen, after a while, she noticed that something in Charlie was changing.It wasn't only that he now was a little bit taller than her, or that hisshoulders were broader, his voice was deeper and his face moremasculine. His attitude was also different. He wasn't that happy littleboy she knew. He was more serious, quieter.