I saw you looking at my boobs and my ass in this skirt, and knew you were hot for it," she said. "However, there is a difference tonight...I'm not wea...ring a bra, hosiery, or a panty under it," she said slowly. At that, she stood uncrossed her legs, stood up, and took a sensually long drag off her 120. She slowly walked over next to my bed, and pushed her chest out causing her perfect 40C breasts to protrude under the knit top. "Oh my," she said, "I think my nipples are showing." A window was. ."I was about to say 'date a wimpy faggot' but then I remember how braveJames was. If we got into a physical fight he'd be defenceless. but hestood up to me and prevented things getting nasty. I know a lot of guyswho wouldn't be that brave when I'm angry.I apologise and we sit quietly for a few minutes, I have a couple offriends who have spare bedrooms, so that's an option.James asks me if surfing calms me down, I say of course it does. He thenencourages me to hit the beach.I go surfing for. Just before one o'clock in the morning, I became drowsy and ended my story, settling with a sardonic laugh into a chair across the room from Martha, who smiled sleepily and sympathetically and brushed a stray hair from her forehead.I sighed, "It seems so far away." I looked out the window at the roofs of the sleeping city. "I'm so far away from it now, I wonder if it really happened." Maybe you had to physically get away from it," Martha said, "before you could tell me about it." No," I said. There's that. I'm writing this down to get if off my chest, because it's been bugging me ever since it happened. I don't really know how to put it into words or where to start. It's so difficult, but I'll have to give you some explanation, I suppose. I never told anyone, not even you. Out of fear someone might read you? But this is ridiculous. Neither my parents nor Larissa know that you even exist, so why would anyone of them read you? Also they don't know I added a false bottom to my drawer.