Penny, on the other hand, had spent hours going through her entire wardrobe ... then arguing with her mother about her choices! It had proved especial...y hard for her to find exactly the correct balance of 'carefully-casual' with 'not-too-little-girlish'. In truth, she was pretty and could have worn anything ... but apparently these things matter when you're an adolescent girl! As promised, Mrs Palmer dropped them off outside the school."Paul, you're sensible ... please make sure you're both. “Don’t keep us in suspense, will you?”I stare at Dad while she’s talking, struck by how little he’s changed. Quite remarkable.“Promise you’ll phone.”“Phone?”“Yes. We want to know.”“Know what?”“Oh, honestly,” Mum rolls her eyes. “Your results, dear. Don’t tease.”I gasp, drawing stares. It’s that day? Of course, I remember now… it’s ‘A’ Level results day: August nineteen-eighty-nine. Shit! Poor Jez, no wonder he didn’t sleep. I look at his face, his beautiful smile, and guilt ties my stomach in. Holding her breath momentarily, she felt a quick jerk and her bra was split into halves. Again the light fingers gently pulled the cups apart and her pale, freckle-covered breasts spilled out of their coverings. She felt the straps being pulled tighter on her shoulders only to hear the quick rips of the blade doing its work. Within seconds the bra was pulled away from her heaving breasts and she now stood naked, bound, and blindfolded in front of a stranger with a knife.Sandra had been holding. They were playing a lot of RnB music.We had a few drinks then we went up to the dance floor.We danced very close, he had one of his hands around my hip and I was movingmy hands from around his neck to his chest.And god what a chest he had, I could feel his muscles through his shirt.He never once put his hands on my ass, though I wouldn't have minded if he had.We stayed in the club for about an hour then Jamaar took me home.He walked me up to my apartment."I had a great time Jamaar." I told.