Mom let them finish at the school they were at. After that, they moved out on their own. I hardly ever saw Jill. All I had, was our moment in time. Wh...enever I'd thought about it, it made me smile. Kind of the 'what if' syndrome.What if I was older? What if we dated and became closer? Throughout the years whenever I would see her, I always remembered the kiss and my 'what if' syndrome.When my sister Diane was getting married, my brother-in-law Stan asked me to be his best man. He'd said I didn't. "Ignore Teri – she is a rebel." Isobel smiled at us. "Rebels make good models – they have character. Now, you," she pointed at Martha, the oldest in the room. "Martha, what is the difference between painting and photography?" A painter should try not merely to create an accurate image of her subject but to demonstrate something of the subject’s character through her art or to reveal something that is not necessarily there but is suggested by the subject to the artist?" Martha always answered a. I answered, voice cracking, "Yeah, uh-uh, just took a little longer thanI expected to figure it out." I put on the body suit then turned around.I then noticed my sister could see me in the window reflection. Iblushed.She noticed, saying "It's OK. It will feel different. I guess you enjoythe feel?"I could only gush, "Yeahhh!" The body suit clung tightly as usual, thistime without any lines and no bulge in the groin. It gave me a very flattummy and front, however my butt was a little flat.She. Their house was huge, and I think I entered some bathroom before I heard Johnny calling from right outside the door: "This is silly. Come out of there" . I had texted my mom, pleading for help while in the bathroom, and my phone stayed with me in my pocket.I slowly peeped out, checking to see if Alexa is there. She wasn't, so I took a victory breath and went out. As I walked towards him, he suddenly jumped in on me, jumpscaring me and pushing me backwards, where I felt a weird thing rubbing on.