but instead she burst out laughing。 ?Bobos?? she giggled。
Elise blushed and handed Jenny back the bra。 ?I?ve always called them that。 Ever since I was
little。?
Jenny slid the straps over her arms and then turned around。 ?Can you figure out the clasp?? Elise
hooked it closed and Jenny turned around again。 The bra had great support; but her boobs were
pressed so close together; her cleavage was a mile deep。 Elise was still staring。 ?Do you think it?s
too slutty?? Jenny asked。 She giggled。 ?I mean; this kind of makes my bobos look even bigger。?
Elise had stopped blinking; which was what she always did when she was distracted。 ?You know
when you asked me what I wrote about today in creative writing?? she asked。 Jenny nodded and
turned around so Elise could unhook the bra。 ?Well; that?s what I wrote about。 Your bobos。?
Jenny?s back went rigid again。 If a guy told you he?d written about your breasts; you pretty
much knew he was either hitting on you or he was a pervert。 But since Elise was a girl and her
friend; Jenny wasn?t sure how to feel about it。
?I think I?m done;? she said quickly。 She picked her old bra up off the floor and slipped it
on。 ?I?m going to buy the black one。?
They?d brought eight bras into the dressing room but Jenny had only tried on one。 ?Are you sure
you don?t want to try some of the others?? Elise asked。
Jenny pulled on her T…shirt and tucked her sweater under her arm。 The tiny dressing room
suddenly felt extremely claustrophobic。 ?Nah;? she answered; yanking aside the black curtain and
stepping back into the main room of the lingerie department; which of course was wall…to…wall
bras。 It would be nice to go someplace where breasts weren?t the main focus of everyone?s
attention。
Like another planet?
a very different kind of homework
?So what do you want to film first?? Daniel Humphrey asked his best friend and girlfriend of six
weeks; Vanessa Abrams。 Dan attended renowned Upper West Side boys school Riverside Prep;
while Vanessa attended Constance Billard; but they had gotten permission to collaborate on a
special senior project calledMaking Poetry 。 Vanessa; a budding film director; was going to film
Dan; a budding poet and occasional star of Vanessa?s films; writing and revising his poems。
Not exactly box…office…smash material; but Dan was so cute in a scruffy; rumpled;
angst…ridden…artist sort of way that people would probably want to see it anyway。
?Just sit down at your desk and write something in one of those black notebooks like you always
do;? Vanessa instructed; peering through the lens of her digi