Miss Rose wished she was a birdwatcher. She would get her binoculars and check whether if the front of Robert's pants, loaded up, was his hard young rooster. She ventured nearer to the sliding glass. She knew from being outside on a bright day that Robert couldn't see her, even though he continued to check her out.

She loved that he was looking and thinking she didn't have any idea what was going on. Rose was young enough to recall those occasions when a more young girl would seduce and test a more seasoned kid. Robert was certainly outshone and tested by Felicia.

Rose had got back home one day...