Yesterday my friend Jason and I went to the beach. We go for the swimming or the other beach games. We just went to look at the bikini clad girls running around. Like any normal eighteen year-old boys.

We had the perfect spot for our kind of fun. There was nothing that happened on the beach we didn't see, until a woman in her late fifties blocked our view. She weighed in at 200 pounds, and looked like someone had used her face as a punching bag.

Being normal teenager, we didn't ask her to move. We told her, in some very unpleasant terms.

Her reply to all this was. "I hope the two of you learn better manners the second time around."

We didn't know what she meant, but we soon found out.

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The next day found my friend Jasmine and I were at the same beach, now eleven year-old girls whose bodies were about start the transformation from girlhood to womanhood.

As we ogled the boy in front of us, I noticed a rise in front of his swim trunks.

I asked Jasmine. "Do you think we cause that?"

"No, I think she did?" replied Jasmine pointing at a bikini-clad girl who was stacked like a brick outhouse.

"Maybe someday you will," said an old woman standing behind them.



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