Part One Martin Prescott first became aware of the new girl at his high school when he ran into her on his way to his chemistry class - literally.Part One Martin Prescott first became aware of the new girl at his high school when he ran into her on his way to his chemistry class - literally. He was talking to his friend, Anton, and had not been paying attention as he rounded the corner, and found his face solidly implanted into a pair of firm breasts, the warmth of which he could feel even through the thin t-shirt that the girl wore. "Mmmmmfh!" he exclaimed, then backed away as quickly as possible. As he did, he looked up at the girl he had run into. Martin, in his junior year, already stood 6'4" tall, yet the girl stood almost a foot taller than he. Her skin had a light caramel tone, and lots of it was exposed, given that she was wearing blue jean cutoffs and a t-shirt that did not quite cover her slender, well-toned midriff. "I'm really sorry," Martin said quickly, realizing he was staring. "I wasn't looking where I was going my fault all my fault you're new here aren't you what's your name?" "Speak slower," Anton hissed. |