He spent the next hour in his closet, but no more girls entered much to his dismay. After returning late the next night from a study session at the li...rary, Keith went straight to the closet and assumed his position. What he saw surpassed even his wildest dreams. There right in front of him was the snooty brunette Carol from his history class. The same girl that would never even give him the time of day, with her big firm tits, long slim legs, and a hairy pussy that looked like it could use a. She is usually wearing a black leotard and pinktights and a wrap around skirt. Each day she wears a different coloredskirt. One day it might be pink, and the next day a turquoise blue. I'veseen yellow ones and green ones; it's like she has a million differentwrap around skirts. Some of them are the long ballet length and somereally short. I like ballet skirts because you can see through thematerial and it's like looking at a girl's bottom, when you can see thepanty under her skirt. I don't know. After adding false eyelashes and blusher shedusted him off with a compact to soften and smooth his look further. Once done with the rollers Mrs. Foster put a pink net bonnet on Dale thenwent to the dresser and began rummaging. As he waited at the vanity Dalecould feel the tight curlers tingling against his scalp, he could feel themakeup on his face, feel the flutter of his false eyelashes and taste thelipstick on his lips. He could also smell the fresh dose of that floralscented perfume that. "I hurried around the teacher and headed to the storeroom. Mrs Warren was crouched over while sitting on a small stepladder. I got very close and remembered a handkerchief in my pocket. I had made it and it was even clean, I think.With the cloth in my hand I sopped up some of the tears and she immediately sat up straight. I continued to dry her face. My other hand held hers, still clutched together. I had thought the term old maid may have hurt her but now I realised she may have been one of.