Mild

We sit together on the couch now. The date is over, has been for a good thirty minutes. She smiles, I laugh. We talk. I can tell that we are going somewhere though... brushing hands, we giggle, then brush some more. She is beautiful, and I am moved as she pulls near, and we embrace for a long passionate kiss. Her lips are full and moist. It is both long and sweet.

The place: Rigemore High School

The time: About noon

The mood: Boring

Dan Olan looked up from his comic book as the class president (Paul Unkin)

came over to him during study hall.

"What's up Paul?" Dan asked.

"Remember you wanted to help with the Prom?" Paul said. "We just picked the committees."

"Yeah? What committee am I on?"

"Let me see " Paul brought out a list of names and ran his name down to Dan.

"Dan Olan Decoration committee chairman." Paul said.

Tia ate all of the balloons she had left over. Meanwhile, Carrie had deflated some and her head now stuck out from her body.

"I don't think that's a good idea." She said.

"You seemed to like it. I want to try." Tia replied. She looked down at her breasts. They were still normal. "C'mon!" she started bouncing them up and down with her hands. "Why isn't this working?"

Carrie noticed that a balloon laid on the floor by Tia. "You missed one by your feet." She said.