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GLENDA

I was on my way home from work one day. While stopped at a traffic light, I noticed a particularly good looking girl walking along the road a little ways ahead. While I was admiring the way she walked, I realized that another guy, passing in a pickup truck, was looking at her too, and was looking so hard he nearly drove off the road. I laughed. When the light changed, I began to drive off, and took a better look at the girl as I drove by. It was my turn to almost drive off the road. I knew her! She was the middle daughter of three of a friend of mine. I slowed down. She saw and recognized me, and began to wave, so I pulled over and stopped. She came running up to the passenger door and I reached over and let her in. She scrambled in and said, "God, am I glad to see you, John!" "Well, I'm always glad to see you, Glenda. It's been a good long time, though. I haven't seen you in a couple of years." I said. She'd started giving her mother hell at about age 12, and by this time she had been living pretty much on her own for quite a while, because the two of them just couldn't get along. I knew that she had lived with another f****y for some time, and then had moved in with a series of boyfriends. She had recently moved back home again. But that was all I really knew for sure. I had seen her maybe a dozen times, in the intervening years. We hadn't spoken more than a few dozen times in between. Just enough to stay acquainted and keep memories alive. She was now in her late twenties. ...

... "God, you are really beautiful, though. I almost didn't recognize you on the street, there. You were always a pretty little girl, but you've turned into one hell of a good looking little woman." She is very tiny. Her size has always been a running joke and topic between us. I've always contended that when one is very tiny and has the build that she does, it is extremely sexy. She - on the other hand - has always contended that someone who is very large in stature, like myself, looks better. "Do you need a ride home? Or somewhere else?", I added. She's about four foot nine, and built to perfect scale. It's a very small scale, but in what I consider absolutely perfect proportion. Since she began to grow up, her figure has gotten slowly and slowly closer to perfection. Her breasts are small, yet full, round and womanly. They'd be tiny on anyone else, but because of her size, they seem quite large and round. They stand proudly up and out on their own. She also has real hips and womanly thighs, even though they are proportionally small. She has a waist that I can close my hands around and touch fingertips without any real effort. She might weigh a hundred and ten pounds after a large meal and soaking wet. Her hair is streaky - blonde, she has green eyes, and a face that starts stopped clocks, and men's imaginations. Well, mine, certainly. "Thank you. I appreciate the compliment. It hasn't done me a lot of good in life, though." She paused. "Home? No. I just got thrown out of - or ...