I had learned, it was a way girls had of letting men know they wanted their cocks. It was the method used by streetwalkers everywhere and I was learni...g it at the adult bookstore. But now I was using my sexy walk in school like the hot girls in my class did. I was using it to turn on Coach Cocker. "I like your body, Coach Cocker," I said. "Can I watch you workout, sometime?" He said, "I'm in the weight room every afternoon at 4 o'clock. I'm usually by myself, if you want to come watch me." . "He blushed red and he couldn't quite believe that she was telling otherpeople in such a public manner. The woman looked a bit puzzled butheaded towards a rack of petticoats on one side of the shop."If you want something cheap and cheerful then we have this one," andshe held up a nylon petticoat, "Or if you want something more impressivethen we have this one."The woman held out a very short but very full pink petticoat. It wasmade up of layers and layers and layers of starched tulle. The. My mind keeps wandering back to Danny, the kind stranger. He was a good-looking man, hot even. I remember his breath-taking, incredibly green eyes, and his chiseled features. Feeling the warmth of my arousal spread, I shake my head and laugh inwardly; of course my mind would go there. I could sit here and fantasize about what I could do to him all night, but I have to get ready. The shower is nice and hot. I stand beneath the cascading water, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of an. I could spend my whole life doing this. Being only thirteen I was feeling sort of funny. I had been reading some of those romance novels, and my fantasies were turning to romantic heroes. I decided to go off by myself and just sit and look at the stars. It was a bright clear night but I had to get away from the glare of the camp lights to see them best. I would sometimes go down to the docks and sit on the end of a wharf looking up at the glowing constellations. On this particular night it was.