High School. I didn't know this boy too well but used to see him at school and thought about him too. He was good at sports and I had sort of a crush ...on him I guess. He had some hair on his legs and that turned me on a lot. It surprised me one day when he asked me to go do something after school and we just hung out, went to a swimming pool and stuff. Then on the weekend he said why don't we spend the night and boy was I excited. I knew by then he liked me and was horny as hell too, because. She moved like flowing water, appearing effortless, her hands held in the perfect positions, her fingers just so, her neck long, head tilted. She had a perfect body for dance, perfect proportions; long slender legs, slender hips, slim body, yet unquestionably female. Like Margot Fonteyn, she epitomized dance, and performed so well it was riveting. In my uneducated opinion, she stole the show.This Sunday evening performance was one held every three months. It was an opportunity for students to. Michelle looked at her stomach and hips. They were round and white, and if she was honest, there was some cellulite and dimpling around her thighs. It’d be nice if she could do something about that. In times past, Michelle had been quite sensitive about her weight. She’d concealed her breasts and belly behind baggy shirts and dresses, trying to hide herself. That’d been the one good thing about Brett. While he was with her, he’d made it clear that he didn’t just tolerate her roundness, he loved. Then I frowned at her for asking me what to do.I said, “I don’t know. Why are you asking me? I’m a patient here. It isn’t my job to fix someone else.”She said, “I know. But still. If you were in charge, what would you do?”I snorted. “If my uncle or aunt were in change, Bec would take a belting for making a mess on the wall.”Nurse Gin nodded calmly. “I don’t know all the details, of course, but weren’t you taken away from your aunt and uncle because they treated you like that?”I shrugged. “I.