I knew girls wore all thisstuff but I wanted to see them wearing these clothes, not me! I just letmy mind wander as I pulled on all of the under thing..., and rolled somekind of long, thin, black, socky things up my legs, and then finallypulled the dress over my head. Then I felt myself turn toward the full-length mirror that was now in my room, and that somehow I hadn't noticedyet. Great...At least the girl in the mirror was dressed this time. I felt a lotbetter, but the girl was absolutely. She finished the breakfast and bent over the table to give me my food and the most glorious view down her top. As we ate and chatted I realised that this would probably be the last time to fulfil a fantasy that I’d had for years, was I mistaken, did she know I was watching her dry and dress for all these years and was she watching me do the same or had my teenage lust got the better of me? “There is one thing that I miss more than most” I said, “Oh, what’s that” she said. “Watching you get. Supposedly he had finally got pregnant the daughter of an influential and wealthy University Trustee and that meant the end of his career as a teacher. Yet Ben had been unable to leave campus life completely and had supposedly drifted from one college to another performing menial jobs. His past was mostly forgotten now and this job as watchman at Seaside College was the best he'd found in a long time. If Ben drank now, Victoria thought to herself, he must do it pretty secretly. Sometimes he did. The title of every horror movie about cabins and featuring cabins in the title flashed through my brain, and yet he got out and seemed so casual. I looked around from the cage with the baying hound to the window where a candle burned. This was just like where I grew up. The front door opened and a young man stepped out, shirtless and barefoot, the jeans barely clung to his bare hips, no underwear. His hair hadn’t been cut in years so it almost reached his shoulders in this shaggy half combed.