The Possibilities
When I was in high school there was a girl one year behind me named Elaine. Her dad was the high school principal, we were all terrified of him. She was the middle child with an older and younger brother. Looking back, Elaine was cute. She was taller than average, probable five-seven or eight. With reddish brown naturally curly hair and big sea green eyes she clearly showed her Irish heritage on her fathers side. She had a nice body, she certainly filled out her cheer leading uniform well....