Her face gets more red the moment I suggest she is warm and wanton, but lacks any actual experience. She confirms that her first crush does not attend...her school. She feels rejected by her. And neglected, unseen and unwanted in her new social circle. Alessandra easily opens up in our conversation, as soon as we sit down for further talks during drinks in my small sunny garden. Soft spoken, no neighbour can hear her cunning confessions. She feels free as she is not into men in the first place.. My panties were sheer, my landing strip could be seen, same with the top of my slit. My black garter belt and stockings went on next. I looked in the full length mirror and struck different poses. I was sexy and pretty damn hot. My little black dress was next. It hugged my body, showing off every curve. It was low cut in front and on the sides. I was showing a good portion of sideboob to anyone who looked. I've been told that I have one of the finest bodies around. My mirror proved their point.. Art, tell me something. Are you guys Cyborgs or what?" You're wondering if we're gay, right?" Well, the thought crossed my mind. I mean, how can you watch a kid like her and not bust a zipper?" Connie, we work around great looking kids all day long. We are now working overtime, and we're all bushed. We had a rough day today." You do this all day long?" No no... this is rare, special order stuff, tippy top secret for a select clientele. This never happened, but this never happens roughly once a. The thoughts of her are in my mind continually, that wasn't supposed to happen. Gary has been on my case all week, calling me the great babysitter. Fortunately, he has no idea of Angel's true attributes. I would be the laughing stock of the school if anyone thought that me as a senior could/would be interested in a junior; that is a taboo. But the image of Angel gnaws at me continually. One of the unknowns is I don't know if she is even interested in me; this is really crazy me worrying about.