Before the Weather BreaksChapter 4
The hour’s drive back to my apartment speeds by as my mind whirls. Should I do this? Can I avoid doing this? Can I do this without getting caught. At home I spend a bit of time in bed, experimenting with my imagination. I run through those perfect girls from the older end of my cadette scout class, mentally undressing them. I imagine sweet, blonde Yvonne, with the breasts almost as big as mine, tall and beautiful. I’ve seen the way she looks at the other girls and the way her nipples stick up...