Icouldn't be mean to my girlfriend like that!...Another sensation of wrongness at the sentiment. Didn't I hate Zoeyfor making me...something else? She...'s the reason I am what I am now,she stole whatever I used to be from me, whatever that was. Yet, Icouldn't help but feel a fluttery feeling in my tummy as I thoughtabout my wonderful girlfriend. My train of thought was quicklyinterrupted, however, as I hear her door swing open. "Ah!" I gasp, andquickly scamper to the kitchen. I have to make. My mother and father worked and my sister was older than me and slept most of the summer it seemed. She would get up late and i spent many summer days dressing in her panties and bras, experimenting with her makeup and acting the slut. I was settling into the summertime vacation routine.This summer though i started riding my bike to the state park that was a few miles away. I stashed a box in a secret place deep in the woods by the river bank. Well away from all the trails that people sometimes. "New Money" was also frounded upon. When I was not busy, I did see old acquaintances from high school. They never left the county as the world came to an end just a few miles from that county's most visible landmark Table Mountain. When I graduated from High School, one half of the class was drunk and six girls were in various stages of pregnancy. Yes, all there was to do was cut down trees, drink and have Biblical relations. Even though it was the mid 1970's, for a girl to get knocked up. Mike walked over to Jenny and fondled her bottom, then pulled her skirt down as Julie would be arriving soon. Jenny stood up kissed Mike and stroked his cock through his trousers, Mike said "That's nice, you've given me an idea!" A knock on the door, Jenny let Julie in she was wearing high heels, a tartan mini-skirt and a cropped white top, went well with her blonde hair. " Hi Julie, how does your bottom feel this morning?" asked Mike. " A bit sore, but I had a lovely warm feeling inside all.