Except, didn’t seem there was any pussy to buy. The hockey players snatched up all the cheerleaders and the whole groupie thing wasn’t paying off ...ith the smart girls. Maybe he could get into drugs?Idea two, the motorcycle, was no longer in the works. Fail three road tests and all of a sudden dad rescinded his offer to go halfs on that Yamaha he wanted. Why couldn’t his parents have forced him into piano or violin or something? If he knew how music was made maybe he could’ve pivoted into the. At just after six in the early evening, it could have been someone trying to sell something. But it sounded again. I grumbled as I made my way to the door. Annoyance fueling my movements, I jerked the portal open, ready to let loose an angry tirade upon whichever hapless soul happened to be standing on the doorstep. Instead, however, there was no hapless soul. Just my beautiful, exotic, dark-skinned neighbor, holding a small basket in her hands. She flinched and stepped back before my less than. At the same time I felt like maybe I could get some rest and then leave early in the morning. I said that maybe I should go, but Chloe said she wanted me to stay in case some of the losers downstairs came in and annoyed her. So after this I agreed to stay. I turned off the dim light and pulled off my t-shirt with my back to Chloe, although I was looking in the mirror and I could see that she had turned to watch. I decided to leave the 'Baywatch' shorts on just in case I had a visitor during the. For a moment the thought crossed my mind that my mother might have noticed the tent pitched inside my bed. I quickly lost track of those thoughts as my mother called out to me again about breakfast. I pulled on a shirt and a pair of shorts to wear over my briefs and headed down stairs. Now my mum wasn’t a crazy, stunning woman with the body of a twenty-year-old. She was 5’7 and was a little bit curvier for her size. Here straight black hair hung just below her shoulders, was often done up in.