His hair is shaggy and blonde, sometimes hanging messily over his blue eyes. A scar splits his right eyebrow in half. Tattered jeans and block colored...t-shirts appear to be the only clothing he owns.He moved in a month ago and through gossip I’ve learned he’s an amiable guy, working as a teacher. Mainly he keeps to himself. Something about him disturbs me—the way he walks, how his calculating blue eyes take in everything around him in one rapid swoop, the weird hours he keeps—but my landlady. It looked like that dream might come true tonight!The girls both hopped in the front seat of my small 2 seater car and we were all smashed in pretty tight. Neither of their short skirts did anything to hide their shapely long legs. That didn't seem to bother them since their hands started to roam over each others legs and under one another's skirt. I couldn't believe my luck and drove quickly to my apartment, enjoying the show along the way.We hurried into the house and barely got the door. ).Kristy went out today with some of her girl friends to the mall. She was feeling a bit rebellious. She wore a blouse that was pulled up and tied in front right under her breasts, leaving her midriff very exposed. Kristy is also wearing a very short skirt, that just bare covers her buttocks. As it was a hot day she are NOT wearing a bra or panties. Kristy was sure that she would be able to go out with her friends and get back home before her father got home and change into your baggy. You know, a team LEADER. Someone who is proud of what the TEAM can accomplish."You don't have to holler at me, I thought to him.I was pouting, and I knew it. He was right, although that didn't make me feel a lot better. I could be an officer, even if I didn't feel like one at the moment."Arti, you did an exceptional job in recovering that rifle from the lake," I said to her. "I know swimming isn't your forte, but you did real well." Hmmf," she replied. "It's practically my 'pianissimo', to.