I guess you can say I’m very athletic. My boobs are small, my ass is kind of big, and my stomach sadly isn’t flat. I live home with my baby siste...r and my parents. We live in a nice neighborhood with nice people. There is one neighbor that I like more than the others. Her name is Ann, she lives alone single mom of two children, and neither lives at home anymore. To me she’s the nicest person alive. She’s no more than fifty, and she looks really great. She had her kids at an early age and has. There was something out there, out here, that I had to see. Experience. I didn’t know what it was, what it would turn out to be ... just something new, something ... different.”Rebecca reached for my buckle, winked at her daughter, “Big for his age.”Rebecca and Rosie and I crossed Market — dodging a large freight wagon towed by two red and white Ayrshire oxen — and walked the two blocks down to the Holy Redemption Church of the Resurrected. The new bell tolled.As they did in bed, they put me in. I sat on the couch and my mind wandered to thinking about Shameera and why she was doing this to me. She had to be smart to have gotten as far in her profession and her quest to find me as she did, and God knows I knew she was beautiful. One rarely gets as good a look at a prospective mate as I had gotten that night north of Marjah. And knowing Afghanis as I do, her family probably had a future husband or two already in mind for her. Although, if she was a reporter, she might have rebelled. Her body was amazing and I’d always wanted to see her naked. The first time she fingered me was in year 11, I’d just turned 16 and we’d be kissing in her office for a couple weeks now after I had opened up to her when she had taken me into her office to ask what was wrong. She had a boyfriend and she was scared she would lose her job but that didn’t stop her. She wanted me just as much as I wanted her. She ended up freaking out after a couple months. She told me she wasn’t a lesbian and that.