Debbie 4
Debbie 4 I have to tell you that I so much enjoyed writing what I would call “The Confessions Of Debbie” that I decided to keep it going, at least to tell you what happened next. The next big occasion in my life was my 16th birthday and my mother gave me what she considered to be a really nice “Sweet Sixteen” birthday party, which means of course that for me and my poor boobs and tushy it was just awful. One night at dinner Mom announced to my step brothers that I was about to turn 16 and that she had decided to invite a lot of neighborhood kids and their parents over on Saturday for a party. “Is it going to be like a regular Satrurday,” asked 11-year-old Jimmy, by which he meant …