I asked if she knows about what happened at college today. She said no. I told her that I and manoj from college broke into a fight and had a serious ...quarrel. She asked me if I.was okay . I told her that I had a knife scratch on my stomach. She told me to show the scratch. I lifted my t-shirt and shown her the scratch. She was blown away on seeing my abs. She told me ave a nice body. I knew that she had feelings for me then intentionally I told her that I have nice body with nice and big body. Everything every girl had ever wanted. Even me, although having to live in his shadow, follow his footsteps… I’d resented him for it, sometimes. As much as I admired him for being who he was, the pressure of having to live up to him had been overwhelming.Maybe that was because I secretly had a crush on him, too. And the frustrating thing about that was that no one could ever know. I couldn’t tell my family, my friends - heck, I couldn’t even tell my diary in the event someone accidentally read. Jesus Christ. Mybody began doing a strange and awkward assortment of exercises. I watchedmyself hop on one leg across the lawn, my boobs bouncing every which way.Then I attempted a roll, and landed flat on my face. Ouch. Maybe some ofthis redness wasn't just from masturbating... I didn't know if that wasbetter or worse, now that I thought about it.The teenage boy controlling my body lay me down on the ground, and triedto do a push up. "YOU'RE SO WEAK!" she - he - shouted up at the phone inthe. She realised she had to act quickly before it crept any higher. She drew her knife from her belt, and raised her arm high, preparing to lunge forward and sever the tentacle at its base. But in an instant, she felt something warm and slimy wrap itself around her forearm, anchoring it in the air. She looked up and saw another tentacle looped down out of the trees, its tip curled tightly around her bare arm.She tried to reach up with her other hand to snatch the knife free, but, quicker than she.