Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

A right turn and past the arena (and my bus stop), over the bridge (a small bridge to be sure, but a bridge nonetheless) then cross over to the left hand side of the street just after the Cenotaph. The grocery store and the adjoining drug store would be right on the other side of the street.

I siung my bag over my shoulder and left the house, starting the walk down the street. In total it took me about 20 minutes to arrive at the doorway between the stores.

I rang the bell the instructed number of times, opened the door and stepped into a small entryway. The stairs were old and wooden with a high step to them. There was an old but clean carpet tacked to the floor and on up the stairs. The carpet helped muffle any creaking and added a bit of colour to the stairwell. I arrived at the small landing above the top step and saw the two doorways, one on the left and one on the right. They were very plain, and the blue paint on them was faded, giving them an aged look.

I turned to the door on the left and was just about to knock quietly when the door suddenly opened a few inches.

"Nick?" a soft, pleasant voice enquired.

"Yes." I replied in a whisper.

The door opened just far enough to admit me and she pulled me through the doorway. She quickly latched and locked the door with a dead-bolt and a very old brass key lock. The door didn't look nearly as old on the inside as it did from the outside.

"Come with me", she instructed as she gently pulled on my left arm. We were soon in the kitchen of the apartment. It was open on one side to a small round table and two chairs. The other side was open to a small living room, a TV set turned on with the volume down as far as it would go. Down a short hall off the living room were 3 doors; the two opposite ones were closed while the one at the end opened into the bathroom. The kitchen counter faced the street and there was a window there offering a good view of the downtown area.

I took in all this information with a quick glance around before looking at the girl who had led me to where I was now.

The light in the kitchen was bright and quite illuminating...

She was very tall looking, not tall actually, but looking that way because of the clothes she was wearing. Her light red hair was coiffed around her head, nicely framing her almost pale face. The coils of it ended on and around her shoulders, curling up nicely where it fell on her shoulders of the blouse she had on.

The button-down blouse was bright white with intricate embroidery starting on the shoulders of each side before running down close to the edges of the buttons. It was not overly done and added a classy look to the short-sleeved blouse. The buttons were quite small with a pearly shine to them, there were quite a few of them giving the blouse a very rich Victorian era appearance.

A dark indigo coloured skirt encircled her waist, flaring out a tiny bit at her waist, then flowing down in a taper until it was a few inches above her knees. That was the part that made her look taller than she was... she was wearing black leather laced shoes and white lace stockings that ended only 6" from the floor. The large area of bare skin from the tops of her socks to the hem of her skirt was what lent itself to the illusion of her being taller than she actually was.

The colour of the skirt was also unusual... dark indigo was not black, it was like a really deep black with an ink overtone. I had only seen the colour once before, and that was at a funeral. I knew that skirt did not come a big brand name store, but rather from the kind of place that had bolts of cloth displayed in the windows. Custom made and very expensive. If you had to ask, "How much?", then you couldn't afford it. The length of the skirt had been purposely created, there was no doubt of that in my mind.

Having learned my lesson from Terri about staring I made a point not too linger in any one area and tried not to be too obvious about giving her the once over.

Her breasts barely raised the material of the blouse, but those long looking legs were to die for, wonderfully formed from top to bottom with curves in all the right places. They were a just a tiny little bit thin, but that only added to the overall allure created by her clothing and reinforced by the bare skin that was showing.

I had made a point of opening my school bag, putting it on the kitchen counter and then extracting my books. I let the notebook slide over the edge of the counter. It was while I was bent down on one knee to retrieve the notebook that I had a better opportunity to get a good look at her legs above the hem of her skirt. There was little to see as it was very dark up there. My eyes were back on the counter as I stood back up and put my notebook on it.

"So Nick, what do you think of our tiny town so far?" Her voice was very pleasant to listen to.

"Well, from what I've seen so far it's been okay", I allowed.

"That's good, I'm glad you are liking what you have been seeing today", she responded.

Inasmuch as most of what I had seen so far that day been Terri naked and responding to my ministrations, I was quite happy with what I had been seeing as well.

What I was now seeing looked quite nice too. I risked another look at her breast area and could see the faint outline of a bra under the

thin material of her blouse. My eyes quickly returned to their

previous positions.

I smiled at her for a few seconds before she asked me, "Do you want to study at the table her or on the sofa in the living room? There is more light in the kitchen her, but the sofa is far more comfortable."

It took me about a thousandth of a second to decide but I let her see me carefully look at the table, then to the couch, "I agree with you, the couch looks far more comfortable."

"Okay then, let's get to it!" she said cheerfully.

"Where are the children?" I queried.

She smiled as she said, "In bed sleeping soundly. They're very young and will sleep right through until morning"

We grabbed my books and went into the living room. The couch was against one wall, opposite the TV set. There were table lamps, sitting on coffee tables at either end of the couch. She motioned for me to have a seat, her open hand indicating I should sit at the end of the couch.

I sat down on the couch and set my books on my knees. She sat down beside me, twisting a bit so that we could both see the material and each other at the same time. She had one leg on the couch, bent at the knee, her foot tucked under her other leg as it hung down over the side of the couch to the floor.

"All right then, let's get started." She plucked my notebook off of my knees and set it on her leg, opening it as she did. She started on the first page and slowly read what I had written on it. She turned the page and continued to scrutinize my work on the following two pages. As she was turning the next page, she could see that it was empty, as were all the rest of the pages in the notebook..