Rate this story by Stairmaster I sat on my porch, it was a hot July summer day. My chores had been done and I sat reading a novel. My mind drifted in and out of the fictionious fantasy laid in print before my eyes. I looked up and across the street, my neighbor sat in her pink dress, it was short as usual, and I eyed her legs from the distance, her legs crossed, the bottom of her thighs exposed. I had seen her and her legs many times, and paid little attention. We had grown up together, snowball fights...
