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She had a big, happy smile and her dimples were deep pits in her pink cheeks. “Now evict me.” Pete popped the intercom again and prepared his Big Brother voice. “It’s time to leave, …” then he paused for the ridiculous five-count that they used on the TV while Lucy – grinning madly – was almost hopping on her toes with anticipation. “… Lucy!” he finished, letting go of the intercom and laughing to himself while Lucy collapsed in a fit of teenage giggles. “You’re funny,” she sighed, getting hold of herself. Pete was surprised by her simple innocence. She was being quite genuine, but if a grown woman said the same thing, it would sound insincere at best and maybe even sarcastic. She turned side on to the mirror and regarded herself critically, standing tall and smoothing down the translucent shift over her stomach, admiring her breasts in profile; Pete thought there was much to admire about them; they were definitely coming along quite nicely. Not big enough to swell out the sides yet, but there was a lovely, plump curve underneath and a nice roundness to the shape that Pete associated with fulsome youth. “Pete?” she said, not taking her eyes of her breasts. “Uh huh?” Pete said, his eyes not moving either as he found the familiar intercom button by touch. “Do you have a girlfriend?” she asked. Shit? Where did that come from? Kids say the darndest things. “Um … no,” Pete said. “Not at the moment.” Which was technically true. It had also been technically true for his entire life.
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