”Alex just stood there, taking in all of her words, her young, natural femenin beauty, the way her long neck curved down to her petite, but firm C-c...up breasts. The way her hips widened and curved back down, glimpsing her ass in the mirror behind her, and all the way down her firm, toned legs to her feet. She was inviting him to touch her, to look at her body, naked and unashamed - putting herself out on a limb just hoping against hope that her intuition was right about the two siblings.Alex. We spent a good ten minutes checking things out, and I psyched Nathan out when I opened the hood and screamed, “The engine! It’s gone!”My little joke worked a little too well, for it took me a couple of minutes to explain to him that bugs were built with the engines in the rear, and even then I wasn’t sure he believed me when we tried to start it.After having shown him the engine, I started checking it out and getting a little worried at what I found.I asked him to start it up, then seeing is. I'm not surprised he's told everyone, but deeply hurt. I barely even know him, but still. Christian's sudden shunning of me hits me hard. With my blanket I sit on the lid of the toilet, my head in my hands and try to make my tears inaudible as I hear the fourth years leaving for class. This is so incredibly unfair.I had hoped that History would be an easy session for me, not something that would allow me to be stared at. I hadn't counted on my teacher, a rampant feminist who often wears summer. A playground, plastic and wood and steel, jungle gym and swings, slanted house; sitting damply in the invariably existing sandbox.I stood there, lost in the rain, until she tugged at my hand and we started forward. She. Her. The girl. For what would it be without one. As soaked as me. Ahead. Bolder, one must admit with a sense of chagrin. Younger, it must be said because everything counts and nothing does. Lovely and perfect regardless.The tent lies ahead, reaching into the sky, circusy and.