”Cathy knew what she was saying was not true... boys always try to look up girl’s skirts... tits or no tits... but all she was thinking about was ...ontrolling this girl“oh. So... you think... I should only wear them on a Wednesday and Friday... the days I have gym... and hockey?”Cathy looked at the smaller girl... she really looked innocent and puritanical... she almost felt guilty for corrupting her... but she was having fun...“If I asked you to not wear them to school... would you... I mean.... "She's back there," she said, indicating a direction with the tilt of her head.I walked to the back of the shop, with Jedidiah trailing behind me. Penny stayed at the entrance to the stall, watching. Behind the stall I found a young girl bent over a bucket, washing the various combs and other tools of their trade. Her back was to me and I paused to study her for a moment. She had the same thin build, and the same light chocolate skin as her sister. She was also blocking my scan, even more. I knew what he wanted without his asking. Pull off his black utility boot. Size 13 printed on the bottom. Did this mean what I thought it meant. Could it be? I tore off his sock and then the other boot and sock as well. As I dropped the last sock, I noticed that it was darker in the sl**per than when I had started. I looked up and all I could see was a heavy brass buckle with a 2 1/2′ black belt holding up thick, worn blue jeans. What took my breath away was the size of the package! I could. As Vicky let them in John could hear the quiet tones of soft melodic music playing from somewhere close at hand and the noticed the sweet smell on incense hanging in the air. Vicky gestured at a coat-rack. “Hang your coat there… I’ll let Adam know we’re back…” John dropped his coat on a peg and looked around the flat as Vicky disappeared into the bedroom. He saw how it was softly lit with the light of many candles. It was definitely as if the owners had expected a new visitor to entrance into.