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Following the launch of Diet Pepsi, Miranda returned to the room, turned on the light. It was wired with caffeine. Smart idea. Drinking carbonated beverages before bed. . . She looked in the mirror. A blonde, blue eyes, looked tanned eighteen years behind her. Everyone said she was beautiful. Large, nearly five feet ten inches tall, athletic, fit and toned, with high cheekbones and a warm, friendly smile. What was not to love? She did not know, but she never thought she was beautiful. Acceptable, perhaps, a good day. But beautiful? It seemed too strong a word, no matter what others told him. She turned, looked at herself in profile. It had a nice rump, even they admit that dynamic and concise, but still round and had well-formed. Her breasts? Not much to write home about. She wore a bra 34B, and had to accept that they have never been so forward. Of course, the guys at school do not have to worry about. They talked about it, as if in a championship contest of the horn-dog. 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I miss Laurie, and all my friends. I guess I did not know that this increase would be about the great state of New York if only. It's nice to see Aunt Mary, but this is not the same as my friends. Well. It's something I wanted to do, and I do not regret it, even. I have not yet found. And sometimes I wonder. Here, I walk, look at, but I find it? Who is he? Is it my age? Or is it more? Thirty? Forty? I remember talking to Laurie once. "No question I would be a 40 year old man," she said. "It's gross, with a capital G. Ick. I mean, like, my father 40 years!" Well, it's mine, but when I found the right man, and he was 40, I would. I really want. It's not like I'm looking for a soul mate. Only one time thing. It's so weird. I mean, I like some of the boys in my class. But it never felt right for them. I'm not a tease. At least I do not want to be. It's easy. . . I do not know. I thought about waiting, I'm married to perhaps. But this is so old school. I mean, really. Everyone tells me I am old-fashioned, but not this way. It's just that I do not know. If I do not wanna wait, I think, somehow, I do not know, it's better that with a stranger, someone I could answer that to this purpose. Someone I'll never see him again. Some people would say that it is cheap and sloppy and dirty. But I'm not looking for a friend. Or even a lover. Quite an experience. I want to know how it feels, and I do not want to wait years and years. And I do not want to face anyone. I am too busy with college and all the door. Sometimes I hate that I live in a small town. Everybody knows you and knows who you are sleeping, as it seems. This is one reason why I'm walking on it. If I find the right person, I want to be a hundred miles away. I do not want my parents, their parents, or know what else. I do not know. I'm eighteen, but sometimes I feel so much more. Depressed. As expectations. 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"I'm just outside of Albany," she said. "Name of Miranda." She held out a hand-liked the looks of it, this kid. He also recalled the apple pie and baseball . Homespun America right there in front of their eyes. "Jason, you're there!" A woman who is forty, approached so. She looked at Miranda, looked at the backpack. You have hardened, and that made her look older. "Who are you, young lady?" "Miranda!" said the boy. "And this is from Albany." The woman looked at him suspiciously. Miranda took a bite of a hearty Power Bar Before another word could be spoken, one of the boys shouted at the game of basketball, the sound of it echoed through the park The woman nodded, her eyes from Miranda on the game. "It sounded like your father!" she said to the boy. A moment later, a sweaty guy with a bald head were walking to them. He limped into the lower back. He swore, but the woman looked at the boy then glared at him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I just got my fucking aggravated it, damn my back." "Oh, Phil" The woman went to him. "I have told you, take it easy. How did you hurt? " "Scuba diving for a loose ball. Thought I could do it. I did it, but ..." The other players of the game were there now, and Miranda's first estimate was correct. She felt safe. "Can not you, Phil?" said one of them. "No," replied the woman for him. "It is on the IR, until I delete it." Two men swore. "Shit. How we will finish the game, then? Of course, you can not keep going, Phil?" Phil saw the woman, apparently his wife. "No," she said, shaking his head. "I'll play!" said the boy. "Let me, I'm good!" She laughed. Miranda got up. She felt the eyes of men on her, eyeing her to undress. She wore a T-shirt and a pair of red shorts, tied her hair tied back in a ponytail. She was very attractive. But boys do not seem to think. One of them, a short, plump style with a pointed beard, seemed about to drool. "I can play," she said. You can use the diversion and power bar had her new strength. The plump man snorted. "Is that a fact? Come on, Phil, back in the game, you need us." "Hey, I bet she's good!" said the boy, go to Miranda. "See how big it is!" Cumlouder Fan Club

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