" we laughed and she started telling how it was so hardkeeping the fact that she was a boy hidden. How it affect how manyfriends she had and how whe... she was twelve someone had found out andthen outed her to the whole school. I felt for her and hugged her as shecried. It was her best friend who had broken her trust. She nearlysucceeded in killing herself by the end of the school year. Any friendsshe did have were gone and the bullying was severe. She switched back toher old school. . So I kicked the boys out of my kitchen and I got out my cleaning supplies and I started to clean up the mess. Amber was very sweet, and she came into the kitchen and started to help me. I handed her a rag, grabbed one for myself, and we started to wipe up the huge mess. We wiped down the walls, and while I wiped down the lower cabinets, Amber wiped off the upper cabinets. We were laughing and talking about mundane things. She told me a story about Matt spilling a whole plate of spaghetti all. A little info about Rahul- whenever I used to go to take a bath or change clothes he would always peep on me. But I never took it seriously until the vacation. Coming back to the story. I went to my mother’s room later that day because I wanted to buy a bikini for the beach. I did not want to go in my regular underwear. So I went to my mom and told her that I wanted to buy a few sets of bikinis. She agreed to this without any problems.As she also wanted to buy some for herself so she said that. People were coming and going but too focused on what were to doing to notice or care what someone was doing in the far corner of the parking lot. Decision made. I quickly pulled off my shorts and added them to the wet pile in the trunk, and slammed the lid down, before dashing around my car to the driver side door, my unrestrained boobs bouncing as I went. OMG!!! My car keys were in my shorts’ pocket, now locked in the trunk. No car key. No cell phone because it was in the locked car. And no.