I shook my head, amused. I certainly hadn't been so opposed to the idea at that age, but then our childhoods surely couldn't compare. I leaned against the wall, one leg propped on my toes, knee out. The pose made my considerable breasts, which I was so proud of, stick out past the towel which was now resting on my arms that were folded under my breasts.<br/><br/>It occurred to me that I was posing for Shinji, a boy 8 years younger than me. Was I truly attracted to this skinny boy, or was it something else? Some sort of twisted motherly affection? Or did I just want to comfort and protect him? I couldn't tell. Regardless, this was happening.<br/><br/><strong>"So, Shinji, what now?"</strong>I couldn't help but laugh as I asked the question.