Her death, just as she'd admitted her love.Eileen had had a crush on her sister's boyfriend almost from the first day she'd met him, but had kept it v...ery quiet ... it was her sister, after all, and they were five years apart in age, so Eileen was quite young then and rather insecure. The insecurity hadn't diminished in the intervening years and she'd had no dating experience over that time; no one noticed the quiet, skinny, studious girl except to comment on her flaming red hair. Being placed. I quickly went back to my room and lay back on my bed. I removed my clothing and slowly let my left hand caress my right breast. I took an ice cube from the empty cup and put it to my lips. I slid it down my neck and circled my breasts with it. I let it glide over my hard nipple. The sensation was incredible. I glided the ice cube further down until I reach my soft lips between my legs. I rubbed it up and down my slit then let it glide over my clit. I let out a moan. It felt so good. I was. I now appreciated how much anguish my bad behaviour caused Mum. Also, I realized the need to be more modest and careful around boys. I'd taken stupid risks with those on the bus. I hadn't checked that my skirt was in place, and then I'd teased them. What at the time seemed like a harmless lark could so easily have turned to disaster. Had the boys' hands wandered just a little further, they could have goosed me. Worse still, they would have found out that I was a boy. I daren't even imagine. He wrote down a number and closed the book. "How'd I do?" she asked, her voice filled with confidence. "Actually, about the same as your last test score - mid 50s," he replied. "What?" she gasped as all the color ran out of the young girl's face as her mouth dropped opened. "I don't understand," she said in a whisper as her face paled. "It's really quite simple," he began to explain. "You are seeing this all from your vantage point. You are not looking at it from my perspective," he said. She.