Bart’s was on that corner. I lived another two miles down the road and often walked unless someone picked me up when I stuck out my thumb.It was a p...rticularly balmy afternoon that day. School was out at 3:30, track practice finished at 5:30. I was hitching about twenty minutes after practice, had my thumb out for about ten minutes when a newish tan Dodge convertible stopped beside me. “Where are you going?” the driver asked.“Burling Road,” I said.“Hop in.”The driver was probably in his late. So I was invited along to be the translator.Keiko could have been mistaken for a very young teenager. She was small in height and build with small bumps on her chest for tits. She stood 5ft tall, had long straight black hair to the middle of her back, and had the most angelic beautiful face. I was shocked to learn that she was in fact 18 years old.We arrived at the beach house late on the Friday afternoon. We settled in, with each of us taking a bedroom before donning our swimwear for a late. ”“But I’ve heard that you can still buy them. Maybe we should try that sometime.”Cathy giggled at that. “You certainly have a creative mind; I don’t think that’s ever been tried at our school.”“Maybe we should be trailblazers then.”“Keep in mind that we’d still get spanked if caught with them on too.” She leaned forward. “You know what some ladies used to do? They used to wear the garters without any panties. And the garters are open at the bottom, so basically their crotches would be exposed. "Answer that someone!" camea booming voice from the kitchen, more than likely Bill, the Cream CornSuperstar drummer. No one moved. Heaving a sigh, I got up and kickedover an empty beer can that was who knows how old. It was still rollingaround as I opened the door and saw Patrick and some of his skaterbuddies looking shriveled by the cold night air despite their knit capsand heavy coats."Oh," I said. "Come in. We're having the best time ever and you'rejust in time for fondue." Fondue?".