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“Come on, Marilyn,” Carol Thompson said impatiently. “We’ll be late.”
Marilyn Wiley gave herself a last searching glance in the mirror and for the third time adjusted her swimsuit strap so that her breasts would be more prominent. She knew her breasts were the best part about her. Although she was pretty she did not have the beautiful looks that some of the other girls had. Her body was the best thing about her.
She gave her swimsuit one last tug before she hurried out of the locker room. There were two boys standing near the doorway. She recognized them as being boys in her math class. Timmy Douglas and Brian somebody. She heard Timmy whisper, “Boy, does she have an ass on her.”
“Yeah,” the other one said. “I’d like to dip my wand in that.”
She tried to ignore their vulgar comments but she couldn’t help a little flush of excitement. It happened every time a boy said something nice about her. It didn’t matter what he said, as long as it was a compliment.
She was very insecure about her looks.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.
Note: This story is the same as catalog number GR-2035 in the original publications (a duplicate).