That year, he was a teenager.For most of the year, Donald never thought about his cousin. But the week before the trip, she starred in all his best fa...tasies.He would imagine her playing in the yard, running through the tall grass. He would chase her, and she would giggle. When he caught her (her fight was only half-hearted, after all), he'd roll her on top of him in the grass. She'd sit low on his stomach, smiling down at him (strange, because he wasn't sure he'd ever seen her smile). That's. I imagined that they were a kind of secret lesbian group.I imagined that I'd go round on Saturday afternoon when they were meeting and offer to waitress for her again like I needed some pocket money and she'd ask me what I was prepared to do, and I'd say whatever she wanted. But I'd be in t-shirt and jeans, not in waitress gear, and she'd be all strict and say she couldn't have a waitress in jeans, this is in front of all the ladies.So in front of them all, I'd have to take my jeans off, and. He didn't appear to be moving away. 'OK' I said to myself under my breath, and moved to sit on my bed. He wouldn't actually have been able to see me there, unless he moved his head further around the door, and then see my reflection in the mirror. But it would allow me from the corner of my eye to see any movement, and determine if he really wanted to continue looking in. I saw slight movement, which means he could now see in, via the mirror, which effectively gave him a side on view of me. He looked at me with a really happy face.“Hello, Sandy. Come in dear. Were you selling candy again?”“Hi, Mr. Chadwick. I sold candy all day. I made five hundred dollars this time.”I walked into their house and Mr. Chadwick shut the door.“Is Edward home? I wanted to surprise him.”“No! Edward and his mother went to help her friend move. Edward was kind enough to offer his truck to help out. Would you like a soda?”“Oh. I really wanted to surprise him. When will he be back?”“Probably not for a.