Mild

We stood outside washing the cars. The sun was shining down, reflecting off the drops of water on the bodies of our vehicles like twinkling stars. You slapped a dripping soapy rag onto the hood of your car, sliding it around on the smooth metal surface. I sponged down a fender of my yellow Volkswagen.

"Baby, hand me the hose. Could you?" you asked. You looked to me, noticing how wet my white tanktop was getting. My breasts--my "succulent 38's" as you called them--swayed bralessly as I rubbed down my car.

Lana walked into her spellworking closet. She called it a closet but it was more like a warehouse. Along with her was her cousin, Nania, who was 28, only a year younger than Lana.

"What's that?" asked Nania picking up a green crystal and instantly turning into a turtle.

"Stop That! You're going to kill yourself!" She turned Nania back to normal with a wave of her hand. "A lot of this stuff will do weird things to you if you play around with them. Take for example this scarf."

“So you’re going to go with me right? I mean let’s face it….you could use the exercise” Christie said with a half chuckle.

“Yea…yeah, I guess so” Ashley said, unsure of herself. She tried to ignore the comment Christie had just made about her.

“Good! I’ll be over in about an hour, and be ready to work that body into shape…’cause you need it, ok?” said Christie

“Fine, bye” and Ashley hung up the phone angrily.

Another sunny day, another day sunning myself at my folks' place. I would go elsewhere but I never knew what circumstances might make me, well, grow. If I was in any other garment of clothing other than a bathing suit, I would be glad to wander out in the masses, bulging with air or not.