November 27, 2007
It's not spring so what's going on.
The teenage girl across the street's mom works nights. When mom leaves for work, daughter's boyfriend in the hot black sports car shows up and spends the night.
One morning he didn't get away quite early enough. I would have liked to be a fly on the wall that morning.
Down the street. Another teenage girl has garage parties. She's the only girl with six to eight boys. Looks like a good time to me.
Around the corner and across the street from my friend another teenage girl comes home every day at lunch time with her boy friend. After their *cough* lunch time is over he comes out zipping up his jeans while she's pulling on her hoody racing for the car before the bell rings.