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« on: September 11, 2008, 03:22 PM »
Along the lines of your milk delivery story, I used to deliver newspapers. I usually delivered the Sunday ads on Saturday evening when the arrived at my house, which was against the rules but everyone tipped me better to do it. One of my customers, a very cute girl in her 20s (I'm around 14 at the time) lived in a duplex with her entry door in the back of the house. On the left was the door into the kitchen, and on the right was a large glass pane that looked into the living room. There was a steep hillside at the back of the home and high fences on either side, so the porch was very private. Well one evening I'm delivering the Sunday ads. I walk around the back of the house, pass the window, drop the paper on the doorstep, start walking back and glance in the window. She's walking around. Topless. Tiny string bikini panties. She walked back and forth two or three times and then sat on the couch and started watching TV. And I was frozen like a deer in the headlights. She didn't even notice me. It was the longest and happiest 15 seconds of my young life.