I won't reveal her real name out of respect to her and her family. For the record, she turned out to be one of my current wife's best friends and on a...sad note, she's since passed away ( God rest her soul) Please leave your comments, thank you. Ok here goes. Due to my age at the time, I will just give the approximate years this occurred and you can do the math if you want. I'm currently 49 years old and back in 1977, my dad got a really good job so we were able to buy a home rather than rent.. ” Ginger handed me a black, blank faced plastic card with a magnetic strip on the backside. Inserting the card into the card holder, the wall moved. “Park in the lot on your left,” was all the direction I was given before she turned to Jessie to ask, “Are you sure?”It was a large compound with multiple buildings, none of which apparently we were granted entrance. There was a section where camping trailers could slide in between the trees. There was a baseball diamond, a horse shoe pit, some. It wasn't always like that. I used to be a very popular girl. I think I peaked in my Sophomore year. I was a cheerleader, and that seemed to make me the object of desire for most of the jocks in school. It worked out well because that was who I wanted to date. I didn't seem to care too much about what they were like. Just what their status in high school was. That meant basically how good at sports they were and how good looking they were.As for me, I was your stereotypical cheerleader. Tall,. I had a small, but really well developed body, which made grown men look twice and get that look on their face, the one that meant `Boy I'd like to Fuck her!'I was only about five feet tall and kind of skinny, I thought, but my titties were a good size, and perfectly rounded. They were only a little too big for my small frame. They were the size that made men look real carefully at me, but not so large that they made me look really chesty. Right in the center of each round tit, was a tiny pink.