I just stood there and let her feel how confused I was."Let's sit down," I offered after a minute, and she let me guide her to the bed.We sat side by ...side just like so many times during our dating in high school. Though the motions of what we did were familiar, the woman I was watching was somehow not. Something about her had changed, but what? I'd never seen her dressed as such, showing off so much skin, or with makeup applied so heavily. It was like she had become someone else entirely since. I was ashamed of what I had done and was desperate for him to understand my reasons."Well, David, if it was meant to be a surprise and you haven't shot it yet, why are you telling me now?" His tone and attitude seemed very neutral. I couldn't read any reaction on his part."Well, Pa, I thought it would be great to win the shooting contest and surprise you. But I been thinking since we got here how it was wrong of me to just slip behind your back like I did. I meant to do right, but the way I. There is no music, only hers, only the rhythm of her breath against my skin, our hearts seemingly beating in time. And there it is… waiting for me, beckoning me to approach the door. Her studio. Her freedom. My own breathing is now labored, a wheezing sound escaping my throat, a thick mucus, bubbling from underneath. I can feel my urge to cough, my chest burning, pulling taut. I whimper, a pitiful empty sound. Someone please, don’t make me go in, don’t make me see her. My hands touch the door,. “Let me see” Hazel said, I didn’t think there was anything wrong in showing her so I dropped my trousers, “Look at his sausage,“ Hazel asked if we wanted her to tell us why we were different, we both nodded, she suggested we all get undressed, when I saw Hazel naked my eyes nearly popped out of my head.She had bumps on her chest nothing like the little buds Diane had, and she had hair between her legs, she went on to explain she had breasts (tits) which would when and if she had a baby she.