And then we have to go out and buy the drinks and chips. Mom gave me a budget.”“And you'll stick to it,” Mrs. Teller said, disappearing back dow...n the hallway to the kitchen.It was weird around Mrs. Teller. All day we kept bumping into each other as I helped Lana get ready for her party. And we always just looked at each other, both of squirming. I wanted to seize her, to tell her I didn't have the cock and she didn't have to run. That we could love each other. I didn't care that she was. But because we were illegals we had to stay to ourselves a lot and I wasn't popular at school and I didn't have any friends to speak of growing up.I guess that's why when Cindy (a white chick who was a cashier at the Dollar Store were I worked after dropping out of the eighth grade) took an interest in me I was all over myself to make her like me.Looking back I think it was the fact that she was a pretty white girl, and I was a nobody Mexican emigrant, that made me go along with her desires. It. "When I was nervous about meeting her he told me not to worry because she was a successful breeder of horses. I asked him what difference that would make. He said I was beautiful intelligent, had a pretty face, a nice rump and delightful long legs, and that she would see me as a fine Filly to strengthen the Finch Fletchley line."Luna burst into a fit of the giggles and Vicky joined her. The two of them were leaning against the kitchen counter their eyes streaming as they tried to contain their. I can handle seeing a naked girl." Well maybe I don't want my brother looking at my vagina," she shot back."Next time don't take your shorts off then," I called after her as she walked out of the bathroom.I jacked myself to completion in the shower, got out and dried off. Ava had already left for school, and I couldn't stop thinking about our bathroom conversation. I was now alone in my house, and didn't bother putting any clothes on. I walked into my sister's room and opened up the top drawer.