Dave’s Slutty Sister
I’d known Dave for three years. When I started comprehensive school he had become a good friend of mine, and I regularly went over to his house to hang out. We’d usually play video games, listen to music, kick a ball around – the things all regular teenagers do I suppose, and I was more than welcome at his house by his parents who must have taken a shine to me. However, the best thing about spending time at Dave’s was getting to see his sister Becky. Becky was two years older than me and Dave, but she went to the same school. She had big blue eyes that were complimented by full black eyelashes and an energetic frame of mascara. Her hair, which was full and wavy extended to halfway down her back. It …