by Glory Lennon

Created on: August 14, 2007

Joanne stood to the side of the TV, her hands on her hips with a smile that always made the butterflies start fluttering in his chest. "Well? What do you think?" she asked excitedly.

Billy frowned slightly. He tried desperately not to stare at the enticing mounds. She was just about to turn twelve and was getting prettier all the time. Billy squirmed every time she innocently brushed up against him.

He keep his gaze on the TV and asked "Think about what?" as he stuffed another cookie into his mouth.

"Look!" she exclaimed. She threw her arms out and twisted back and forth while sticking her chest out. Billy decided she was trying to kill him. He merely looked at her knees. He figured that was a safe place to land his eyes.

"Billy, you're not looking! I just got my first training bra. Do you like it?" Billy immediately choked on his mouthful of cookies. "Billy!" she shouted and ran to him, pounding on his back "Are you okay?"

He cleared his throat and said "Down the wrong pipe." He wiped his tearing eyes and tried to breath normally but she was entirely too close.

"You really ought to be more careful when you eat. I don't want you choking to death." she told him anxiously. What he really should do, Billy mused, was never eat around Joanne.

"But now that you're okay, tell me what you think of my new boobs. They're only just started so they'll keep growing for a while and Mom says..." she chatted away completely oblivious to Billy's discomfort. "Are you even listening?"

How could he not listen? He ran his fingers through his hair and felt the sweat on his forehead. She had that effect on him but she was clueless.

"I want to listen to this a minute, okay?" he said lamely indicating the TV. He was stalling. She looked at the TV and made a face. Since when was Billy into women's tennis? She shrugged and waited.

He knew she was staring at him and this only made him more nervous. He glanced at her. "Can we talk now?" she asked. He reluctantly nodded. She bounced onto her knees and stuck her chest out again. "Well?" she asked expectantly.

"Um...nice." he said slowly, merely glancing briefly before returning his gaze to the TV.

"You didn't even look." she whined pouting. "This is very important to me. Can't you at least pretend to show some interest?"

Show some interest? That's all he'd been doing since he was five years old! He was constantly staring at her now more than ever with her newly blossoming chest. He hoped she hadn't noticed. "What am I going to do with you, Jo-Jo?" he

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