With nothing else to do I just watch her. She can tell I'm watching but avoids eye contact. She casually walks to the door and closes to not forgettin... to lock it as well.Before she can turn around I am behind her. I put one hand on her stomach and the other on her shoulder. I whisper, "Holly." She moans softly. I kiss her on the cheek and unzip the zipper on the back of her dress. Earlier her pink bra strap was showing and I was excited to get a full view of her big breasts in her bra. The. This all combined to make her not only unpopular with the girls, but with the boys as well, which in turn made her incredibly shy which just made things worse. Had she been a tomboy, she'd have probably got on well with the boys, but unfortunately she wasn't. She was female, she knew she was female, and she liked being female; as a young child she'd played with dolls, not foot balls or train sets.She had two brothers, one two years younger, one ten years older. Her younger brother Tony adored. Herplan was to go to the playground or beach where she could see Ashleigh'shouse, and wait for her to wake up. She could also see her mothercoming, but there was no place to hide, so her mother would also see heras well. So she went off on a little hiking path she saw. It wasn'tvery long, and it turns out it only took her to the other side of the rowof houses she wanted to watch, and there was a little bench in the shadeof a huge old Oak tree, so she sat down and enjoyed her. "Super," I said, "really super." Don't worry about it," said Freddie. "We're only borrowing it. It's just what we need for this job."Clegg knocked on the door. A voice from inside called, "It's open. Turn the handle." Freddie led the way. The girl sitting at the desk looked up, evidently surprised by the idea of customers. "Uhhuh?" she asked. I'd known women that were more articulate with a two inch rubber ball in their mouth.Clegg persevered. "Good afternoon."The girl sat with her arms folded..