What was wrong with her? Even in tenth grade her friends seem to snicker behind her back and she'd catch glimpses of boys laughing among themselves an...d pointing at her. She was nearly always alone at the lunch table in high school.The only friend she had who would stick up for her was Candy Namo. Candy was almost as smart and pretty as Helen. Candy had scored just below her on every spelling bee and math contest, had second honours ( Helen always won first place ) at the Science Fair year in. It had been during the spring and he'd immediately noticed the nice size and shape of Missy's sexy breasts and her pretty honey blonde hair. Will had quickly made contact with her and they'd begun dating and in a matter of months they got married. Will had shown Missy that he loved her two children and he'd easily passed the "fatherhood test" that had been one of Missy's top prerequisites for any future man she would spend her life with.When Missy and Will had become serious in their dating and. “What were you doing?” I finally managed as he had one foot out the door. He stopped.“Uh…masturbating,” he said, turning red.“What’s that?” I’d heard the word a few times, but never quite had the courage to ask someone what it was. I was too afraid they’d look at me goggle-eyed like they always did when I asked stupid questions about sex. I’d lagged so far behind my friends and what they knew, and trying to catch up always made me feel dumb.“Uh, well, you sort of rub yourself until you…uh…”. He carried me to the bed and he lifted my nightdress over my head, leaving me fully naked.My nakedness made him groan, as my nipples had grown hard due to the contact with his strong and muscled body. They were visibly hardening as he looked at me; my own body was responding to his hungry look…He asked me to bend over my stomach, because he wanted to take my rectal temperature. I lay flat facing the white sheets, as I heard some noise as if somebody was undressing…Suddenly I felt the paramedic.