Jennifer_(1)
Jennifer She always wore as little as she could and except for cold days, seldom wore shoes. She had no figure to speak of but she had long legs. Because of that, people mistook her for an older girl. She was only 11 years old or nearly 12 as she always told people. She was always pestering me when I was working on my car. It didn’t bother me too much as it’s nice to chat. She was there when I was working in the front garden, sitting on the wall at the front, or on the seat near the front door. She liked to wear loose fitting tops, and when she bent over to chat to me, her top would gape open. Jennifer was smiling as she always caught me looking, and I began …