Marcie and I spent the evening, alone in front of the television. That was our usual pastime. I was beginning to think that was probably where the pro...blem was. I wasn't providing enough entertainment or excitement in her life. Of course, at this point I had no idea I really had a problem. Tomorrow, I would get the news, good or bad. I wanted to talk about it with her, but had no idea how to open the conversation. I sat there, deep in thought, most of the evening.Shortly after Marcie went to. People started commenting on the fact that I was ‘growing up’ which, although made me blush a little, also pleased me so much. I also noticed my uncle kept looking at me and I was convinced it was because of my boobs, which in truth you could hardly detect. He also kept sitting very close, we had always got on, as he was very funny and great with me and my s****rs, but he would now always sit next to me when he could and was always messing about and tickling me. Then one day, as we sat on the. " Well fuck you too," she sneered. "And don't get started with any of those dumb blonde jokes, jerk face. I got more brains in my ass than you got in your whole head. And you can cut the munchkin shit or I'll report you to the Guild." Oh yeah?" he started and quickly stopped himself. To begin with arguing with a mythical was a waste of breath and besides even if she was as irritating as a jock strap made of sandpaper at least she was easy on the eyes and smelled better than an elf. Of course a. "Is this what you want them to see?" I asked, rubbing her nipples between finger and thumb. She rested her head back on my shoulder."I don't mind." "Okay, then. I dare you to walk to the toilets and back."I knew she was still pissed, but I was really surprised when she broke away from me."Okay, I will."She was a bit unsteady as she teetered over the uneven ground in her heels, and she giggled each time she nearly lost her footing. My heart was in my mouth when she reached the halfway point..