———————————————— ‘Patrick, hi!,’ she effused in a very familiar manner. She was 30, maybe 35, and grabbed the seat... next to me on the Metro subway pulling out of Union Station. I had no idea who was greeting me this warmly. She was attractive in an athletic way, as far as I could tell in a startled first impression. Not beautiful, really, but sexy. ‘Oh, hi.,’ I stammered before admitting the obvious—’I’m really sorry, I don’t remember meeting you at the conference. It’s a serious personality. I dragged my chair and sat close to him on his side. I took out my pack of smoke and took out a smoke and asked for a lighter from the driver. He took out the lighter. I immediately got up and bent down to light my smoke, the intention was to give him a clear view of my breasts, sexy body and big nipples. I took good 3-4 seconds to light thew smoke. I could see the lust in his eyes when I seat back in my chair. The driver and conductor talked in pushto language for a few seconds. I understood. Forty five minutes later Henry was driving me away in it."Henry, this in going to be my car right?" Thats right Charlie. All yours." How come I'm not driving?" Do you know how to drive a stick?" He asked."Yes, I can drive a stick. My dad taught me."He pulled into a mostly empty parking lot and got out."You may need to brush up on your shifting and the clutch is a little touchy."I got in and revved the engine a few times. It sounded really fast. I killed the engine the first time I tried to take. I mean an experience with another person, as opposed to just rubbing myself as I lay in bed in the morning. (This is June talking, remember? I'm just the writer.) It happened quite by accident, but I suppose those things often do at that age.I had been growing breasts for about a year. Up until I was 13, I had an inferiority complex the size of Wyoming as I saw other girls in my class begin to bud. I was flat. Nearly concave, actually. Now that can really hurt a girl's ego, because she knows.