Candace was in white short-shorts and a halter top with a floral scheme. She stood 5’7”, taller than Kayla, and had almost white-blond hair that h...ng to her waist and was bundled in a pony tail. Her teeth were like pearls and were straight beyond belief. Her completion was ‘peaches and cream’, very fair and she obviously hadn’t done much in the way of tanning so far this summer. Her eyes were striking, in that they were a bright green. Her final attribute was her breasts. They were probably. This morning was no exception as I woke up at 10:00 when the morning sun shining through the bedroom window finally roused me from my fitful sleep. I staggered through my shower, dressed, and headed to the kitchen to feed myself and the dogs. While the sausage was frying in the skillet, I tried to formulate a schedule for the day but the dog’s antics distracted me. They had to be fed well away from each other or a fight would ensue. Even with them completely across the kitchen from each other. Each week after that, Mary Lou allowed slightly more liberties, until finally, toward the end of summer, she got tired of waiting for Harold to be brave enough to get really serious. As they walked hand in hand through the park toward the band shell, she deliberately steered their steps toward the deep shadows inside the shell. They sat on the wooden floor, leaning against the wall, and kissed each other passionately. Finally, nervously, Mary Lou took Harold's hand and guided it to her breast,. " It's probably going to get worse before it gets better," Mr. Walker said as he looked down at my cluttered table."Why?" Tami asked. I picked up two more pictures."One of the Lake school board members gave an interview in the Seattle Times yesterday." What'd he say?" I asked, discarding a picture of me in favor of one with Peter and Traci."Pretty much that kids have no business judging an adult's actions."I raised my hand in the air and started waving it around while making small grunting.