Sergentmajor
Virgin
- Joined
- Sep 20, 2000
- Posts
- 19
The house on Charlotte avenue was a bungalow, but big with a lot of land. You could see it from the field where I hung out in the summer. Mrs. Taylor lived there with her two daughters, Cherie nineteen and Charlotte twenty. Their father must've left them. They were a beautiful looking family of women but I knew nothing about them. Except that something about them puzzled me. I would sometimes exchange a look with Cherie as she got out of her car. Her stare was very piercing, greeny brown eyes. You seldom saw people come and go they had a lack of visitors for what should be a sociable family. One day I plucked up the courage to go round. My family had a kind of orchard and it was harvesting, so I used it as an excuse to take the Taylors a large basket of apples...
