Slutty Best Friends
There are three things I must tell you about Martin. First, he’s a tall, gangly youth, lean and fidgety, with a shock of black hair, earnest brown eyes and cute button nose. Second, he’s a perfect brat, mucky minded and insolent with it, and third, I had the misfortune to be his aunt. He usually stayed with me for a week or two during the summer holidays, to give his mother a break. She had younger children to cope with, and Martin’s slovenly ways and cheek were a constant source of anguish to her.
Stolen Clothes (part 1)
When I was almost 15, I used to go skinny-dipping in a lake about 3/4 of a mile from where I lived. This lake was in a wooded area that bordered along my subdivision. I felt quite comfortable swimming there as I never saw anyone around. One day after my swim, I got out of the lake and to my horror my clothes were gone! I never heard anyone and couldn’t understand what had happened. At first I thought maybe I was just mistaken about where I laid them down. After a search failed