When I was in high school, I had a classmate named Lola. Our relationship was complicated. On the one hand, I admired her. She was very popular in our school, she was sort of the leader of a gang of pretty mean girls. Although her face looked no older than her actual age, her chest was much more developed than almost any other girl's. She used to dress inappropriately sexy, but nobody ever said anything because she was the daughter of an influential construction tycoon ... Well, tycoon might be a bit of an exaggeration, but in our little town, Lola's Das had a lot of power. Actually, my dad w… 阅读更多内容