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It wasn't like she didn't have plenty of dates, of course.
Meghan was one of the more popular girls in high school, at least among the guys. That might have had something to do with her long, silky brown hair, her pretty rounded face, or her high, firm, full breasts, but she preferred to think it was her personality.
Well, okay, she admitted to herself. The guys all wanted to get her hands into her thirty-eight D cups and fondle her melons, but she was sure they also had a good deal of interest in her as a person.
Anyway, she was sure Rob did. He had been wasting his time with that slag Kelly Moore, and had obviously realized there was more to life than cheap bimbos in tight pants and bad dye jobs. Now he was looking to step up in the world.