It was so gross.” A dip in the road sent us banging around the school bus, and she was quiet for a few moments. I’m not ashamed to admit that at that moment, I looked up to my big sister like a hero. XXX I’m writing to you, addressing you, with a very specific goal in mind. “We had this awful thing today.” My response was to grunt, as was my usual way of telling someone to continue talking. All too often I’ve read stories which are well written, grammatically correct and with proper spelling, good sex scenes, and characters which are about as interesting as dead fish. Hurry up or you won’t be able to see my boobs.” This was a laughable concept, as her bust was practically non-existent. We ran as far and as fast as we could, because we were scared.
