Susan was a girl Ihad met just a couple of months earlier, but somethingabout her drew me in immediately. She was very athletic but also very feminine... Each timeI saw her, I noticed something different about her. Herblonde hair was about 6″ past her shoulders and verysilky. Her deep brown eyes matched her perfectly tanned,perfectly proportioned (at least in my eyes) body. Herbreasts were not too small, and not too large. Her asswas very tight and rounded. I could go on for hours butI. "Oh Hi Aunt Sylvia whats happening? "Peter I hate to call you like this but I really need you!" "What's wrong ? You Okay?" I said fearing the worst. "No peter I'm fine but my ceiling fan broke in my bedroom and I can't sleep at night with out it could you be a dear and install a new one for me?" I laughed and said " Sure Aunt Syl I can come this weekend is that Okay?" "Oh that would be wonderful!" Aunt Sylvia gushed " Tell you what Peter I'll make for you my famous fried chicken and. The announcement of the pickup and the rounding up of all of the people in the area took a bit of time, but there were over two hundred people out here, even though it was still not quite seven AM on a summer morning. Most were fit, or at least not too badly off, and there was quite a bit of interest in the twenty high school girls that were there to practice their cheerleading routines. There was also a small Tai Chi class, several family groups, walkers, groups of kids on foot or on bikes,. And what did we talk about? Why the thing that was foremost in every high school girl's mind right then, the Prom that was the next weekend.If that seems odd, then it shows you're not a girl.We knew what each of us was wearing, now we were discussing make-up, hair, nails, and the like. A guy jokingly called what we were talking about as a girl's "beautification ritual", and that isn't far from the truth. A girl dresses to the maximum only twice in her life, the other time being her wedding. She.