When it comes totalent, I'm severely handicapped.God's gifts to me are of another kind. I am beautiful. Gorgeous, really.I say this with all humility,... for it is God's gift to me; I did nothingto earn or merit being beautiful. I just am. (Well, okay, I guess Goddoes have a little help from the beautician and a few other folks; everygirl wants to look her best, after all.)I used to flash. I'd go braless and wear tight T shirts that showed mynipples. I'd wear a micro-mini skirt and no panties;. I didn’t say anything to Candy except that I got it out. ‘Candy,’ I said, ‘is there any chance you could take birth control pills? I’ll use condoms for a while but the pills might be safer. I’ll even pay for them.’ ‘Ok, I guess I’ll make a doctor’s appointment and see what she says. Until then you have to use the condoms.’ We dated regularly. The sex was great but we didn’t seem to be as compatible as I was with Charly. Don’t get me wrong here, I liked Candy but she was just different from. “Which means we must be driving right up their ass,” Ben grumbled. “Eyes peeled, guys. I don’t want to crash the party by literally crash-”“Wait,” Lozka said, gesturing for him to be silent with a wave of her clawed hand. Her round ears were twitching, swiveling like little satellite dishes. “Turn the engine off.”Mizi looked to Ben for confirmation, and he gave her a shrug, the Timberwolf rolling to a stop. With the engine shut down, all that Ben could hear was a subtle electrical whine, along. “ how was your day?” She sharply asks“good I had a good day” I reply not trying to keep it short but just not in a talkative mood late evening.“Good! Anything interesting?” she asked again. She reminds me of the lonely k** in high school that no one ever talks to and when someone finally talks to them they get overly excited and forces a conversation on you. Is like I don’t wanna be rude but I honestly don’t wanna talk to her either. “No” I reply keeping my answer short“oh,ok “ she mumbles “you.