Cleo (part 1)
Cleo, my next door neighbour, got herself into some kind of minor trouble the year before. Not a police matter. Apparently she stayed out ‘way late with a couple of girlfriends and come home smelling of cigarette smoke. So her parents grounded her and then transferred her to an exclusive private school where they were pretty strictly watched and had to wear uniforms. It was the uniform I liked. She wore one of those short plaid skirts and white knee socks, which left a lot of nice tanned leg showing. On
Cleo (part 2)
When I went upstairs to go to bed, I discovered Cleo had left behind evidence of her presence. The bra she took off before dinner still lay where she dropped it on my bed. I hastily snatched it up and shoved it deep into a drawer, out of sight. Then I noticed my underpants lying on the floor where I’d left them. I sure hoped neither of my parents had glanced into my room during the evening. Luckily, we’d turned out the lights before we went down stairs. That was