Little Cindy’s Texas Adventure
Eleven-year-old Cindy opened her eyes and blinked; where was she? This wasn’t her room… Oh, yes. She smiled as it came back to her. Texas. The lovely little blonde girl sat up in her strange American bed and stretched, looking at the harsh sunlight glaring around the edges of the window shades. July; the dead of winter in her native Australia, but high summer here. And so hot! She smiled again. So much the better. She would be sweaty, and sweaty means shiny, and shiny is sexy. She giggled and got out of bed. Today would be special. Her parents were in America on a sort of mini-vacation; her father was considering a new job with a firm in Dallas, and she and her mother had come along for a holiday in this strange place. …