Papa took this development in stride. He moved to Paris with her so she could start University. Simone was born between the end of term exams. Papa fo...und a job at night in an auto factory and helped Nicole raise Simone until Nicole had finished with her Ph.D. work five years later. She had a doctorate in an esoteric area of neurochemistry.Papa had been killed in an explosion at the auto plant two years later. Devastated and alone with a young daughter, Nicole had latched onto — her words — the. So, back to the story, on this particular weekend, my bro, sis-in-law, a couple of their friends and I were having a lazy afternoon in the sun. The men were watching football while the girls were chatting away. We'd all had quite a few drinks and that was fine as none of us were planning to do anything useful for the rest of the day. As the afternoon wound up, I could see that my sis-in-law had passed out on the sunbed outside and so my bro called it a day and packed off the guests and it was. Her redlipsticked lips were parted. Her white teeth showed in what mightinterpret as a cruel smile. I loved it.But, I couldn't take my eyes from the bare unclothed spot between herlegs. It was absolutely gorgeous in it's absence of detail. She had takenher fingers and spread her folds and I could see the pinkness glisten.I looked at my wife as I crawled. My manicured and painted nails hit thefloor first and my knees second. I was aware of my lingerie, my panties,and my padded bra. I could feel. I also became verbose in a disjointed way. If a teacher asked me a question I'd sometimes answer it with a whole bunch of different points that had no logical progression because they'd been suggested by different minds thinking independently.Incidents like these - and there were quite a few of them - gave me a reputation for being somewhat of a weird genius.Bullying didn't get any worse, fortunately. If anything, it became somewhat less of a problem. I had filled out a little over the previous.