"What?" She said, "I just don't believe you... I don't believe you're doingthis." I sighed. "Me either, sometimes." I gave her a sick smile...."Guess I'm desperate, huh?" She nodded silently, but when she didn't say anything else, I wentback to putting makeup on. I guess I was pretty desperate. On theother hand, there were worse people to be desperate about than Debbie.***18:49 9 Mar I rang the doorbell, and wiped my sweaty hands on my skirt.Something about Debbie's mom Helen. I stepped up to the big safe and, shielding it with my body, took a peek inside. Guns. Rifles. Boxes of ammunition. Why would I need an arsenal in my home? You couldn't travel with guns so why have them? The safe was useless now, the lock ruined. Maybe I'd dispose of the weapons. The more I was finding out about myself the less I was liking me. First was my explosive violence. Now I had an armoury in my home.Closing the safe door I returned to my vigil, my mind more happily distracted with. If it werent for the videos I was watching, I would have been clueless, but no one seemed to notice I knew more than I should. I kept getting more and more attention at school. I was growing a bit, and my clothes fit a little smaller. I started catching boys looking at me, and girls giving me weird looks. I loved wearing pants and shorts that showed my pantyline. I had a teacher, Mr. Anderson, who I caught looking at my butt a few times. He was a fat, ugly, old white man that I didnt like at. All I could say was, shit Bev what are you wearing, well I was at home by myself cleaning so I didn’t even think about what I was wearing.I looked at Pete who had gone bright red and beads of perspiration had formed on his forehead. You OK Pete, ER yea fine he replied staring at her fantastic breasts straining against MY t-shirt that she had on.Roll over Bev and let Pete prick you with the needle, are you sure it will be the needle he pricks me with smiling seductively looking us both. Poor.