She finished tying her top and said, "Okay, it's safe now. You don't have to worry about seeing my old lady boobs any more." You're not old," he respo...nded hesitantly as he turned back to her, shrugging with apparent discomfort."I'm pushing thirty. That's ancient for an eighteen-year-old."His face turned bright red, and Christine couldn't hide her smile this time. "What's this? Have you been with an older woman?" She asked in conspiratorial tones."Yeah," he answered."I bet you learned a lot.". As I glanced around the cafeteria I noticed Rachel sitting at the end of the table all by herself. She transferred here in my junior year and didn’t make friends with any of the other girls in my class or in any other class for that matter. They all said she was strange. Aren’t we all strange in some way or another? But maybe they were right. Rachel always seemed to dress the same. She wore skirts all the time and never one above the knees. And her little anklet socks and flat shoes were her. Beryl however changed the subject, oblivious of her lovers mixed emotions, “in those mags…” he jumped in asking “how the hell did you know about them, have you been searching my room?” she smiled, “No brother dear, I came to deliver your laundry for mum one afternoon, and saw one poking out from under your pillow, if mum had seen it, it might have caused a problem, so I threw it up on the wardrobe, but it sounded odd when it landed and I found your stash, and just think yourself lucky it was. Nor will your comment about Steve's talents that you made last night," assured Amber with a sly grin of her own. "I know where my bread is buttered. If Gwen and Jordan want to share Steve, it'll go unreported by me." See how rumors get started!" moaned Gwen. "Jordan stopped in our room to discuss business. If you recall, she was in your room when you woke up this morning, Amber. Keep up this teasing and I won't tell you about the amazing opportunity we have to perform at the Olympia Theatre.