I looked around as I rode not being bent over. I had fun and it seemed that most others did not. Her bike and clothes both seemed used but serviceable... I didn’t, and still don’t know one mountain bike from another. They seem so cookie cutter to me now, so ordinary, much like her that morning. She wore little if any spandex and her cycling shoes, while the clipless style, had probably also seen better days. As we rode through streets, she barely talked, chatting only once or twice to the lone. Jim was a man of his word. Two months later I graduated fromnursing school. The hormone regime that Jim had me on wasworking well. I could tell things where growing and moving, myemotions were a wreck. I would cry over nothing, for instanceone time my favorite pair of low rise jeans where tight on myhips you would have thought it was the end of the world. I criedfor two hours. My breasts where growing at a slow pace. Jim saidthat I would be about the same size as my mother, she is a 34 b.Jim. More

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