It smelt of stale cigarette smoke, stale beer, old farts and mould.“What a fucking dump!” Polly lamented.“It’s perfect! And it’s cheap,” M...ck replied and they all grinned.“Right let’s get cracking lads; we’ve some shopping to do,” Michele led them out the front door.The first stop was an Oxfam shop where they bought cheap second hand jeans and shirts, they could get away with their navy issue black shoes but as Michele explained, they couldn’t go shopping for women’s clothes in their navy. Our interests and tastes were compatible where they were not similar. We both, oddly enough, had a thing for the late-fifties rock singers. Melissa was fascinated in particular by a black singer named Marvin Baker. This was partly understandable; he had a beautiful voice, and mostly did things about first loves, very pure and sweet. This was ironic, and more ironic in Melissa's case, because the rumors (true, as it turned out) were that he had a string of groupies before the term was. (((((( In live person now she felt herself actually rubbing her breasts as she watched in disbelief )))))) Tim softly told her to do a sexy dance for them, he put on some slow music and she began to move her hips while she massaged herself. She pushed her hips forward and ground the air as if grinding against someone. Marc had gotten the video camera and was zooming in on her face, her breasts and taping the erotic dance. The guys were loving it and said “ Strip Liv, show us what you have.” . She didn't say anything, just stood in the door and watched until Regina slumped onto me and got still."That's quite a show kids, I'll miss it when you go off to school Robert. Your father will probably thank you later if he survives. Would you mow the yard today dear, and remember that we are all to be at the Marshall's at 2pm." With that she turned around and strode down the hall "Okay John, time to rise and shine, and I mean now."Later I mowed the yard and Regina and Karen washed and waxed.