Every week I try to think of ways to get her close to me, even if just for a second. Under me I can smell her scent and it makes me hard. Immediately ...I turn away or else I would give myself away. A step back I take and I can see her gaze linger for that moment longer. Did she just feel me on her backside before I shifted away? Can she smell my veracity? I anal-ize her from head to toe, straight jet black hair, an upright rack and round ass. She felt my strong gaze upon her, as no one looked,. That’s it, I’m getting out of the tub, what time is it now, shit, still almost a half hour. I’ll go nuts. Absolutely stark raving nuts. And when he finally does call I’ll start cumming the second I hear his voice. I can see it now. ‘hi, Cindee’ ‘hi, Mark, oh God, I’m cummmminggg’. Click.’ After I dragged myself out of the tub I spent five minutes drying off. Shoulders, arms, legs, breasts. Forget about my pussy. Save that job for Sisyphus. The way I was feeling right now I could have used up. "Not just mean, sometimes it seems like they only think of themselves." From what I heard last night, you don't seem to mind being with boys Sally." Tom's different mom. He's so sweet and loving. He never treats me bad or makes me feel like a sex object. In fact, sometimes I have to be the aggressor because he doesn't come on to me." Tom's not different honey, he's just nice. Your father and Uncle are nice too, just like a lot of other guys. You've just had a bad experience and are feeling. I might be in a nightie and lookvaguely girlish, but my preferences were purely hetero. It must be a posttraumatic stress thingy."Mind you," I thought, talking to my inner self, "if I like being a girland dress as a girl, does this make me a lesbian or bi, or what?"My head was spinning with confusion and I drifted off to sleep."Wake up Toni, want some tea?"My eyes snapped open and there was Sheila, still in her uniform, proddingmy arm."Ouch, that hurts. Where's your bedside manner?" Sod that..