I put on a slip, socks, shoes,and finally a dress. Jack came over and laughed at me."That's a good little girl."It was hard to believe what had happen...d. I was a 16 year-old boy, and I was wearing the clothes that Debbie had wornwhen she was 4 years old. I sat down and started playingdolls with Debbie and Melanie. Jack walked out of the roomlaughing, and said he would be back in awhile.A short time later Janet came into the room. "Oh, isn'tthat cute," she said, "I see that Jack has been. I found the courage to kiss her good night and turned to get back into my car. I took three steps when I found her standing behind me. She grabbed my arm and turned me around and planted the sexiest, longest French kiss I had ever experienced, to this day, in my life. We stay lip-locked for about five minutes until the lights came on in her house. I looked up and saw her mom from the upper bedroom window looking down at us. The next few days were a blur working on a losing campaign, but our. When i showed her the terrace she looked down from the balcony to the garden below and i stood behind her. I didn't see an upskirt, but a lot. She turned her head back and talked to me like that, knowing what she was showing (i know now).When we said goodbye in my hallway we stood in front of each other, close and both breathing heavy. She left and from that moment on i craved her.About 2 years later we where in a bar with about 4 people, some got in an argument and left, leaving just her and. ‘Nothing, so far.’ He nodded and returned his eyes to the petite blonde, her miniscule body swaying back and forth to a tune that did not fit the music playing around them. She looked young- possibly eighteen, probably younger- her lips pressed seductively around a lengthy cigarette. She would exhale and stop her movements, then press the Marlboro to her red lips and return to the dance. He watched her, and she watched him watching her. ‘Her?’ ‘No,’ he shrugged and pushed his own cigarette.