Tinkle Bell - Chapter One (fm:fetish, 7164 words) [1/21] show all parts | |||
Author: Thesandman | |||
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David meets the foreign exchange student thats come to live with them | |||
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When my parents first informed me that we would soon be having a foreign exchange student coming to live with us, I wasn't too terribly excited by the idea. Being an only child, I was somewhat accustomed to having my own space, though "Bella" as I soon found out her name would of course have her own room. The house was certainly big enough, almost a small estate situated on well manicured grounds, outdoor pool, Jacuzzi, and garden area that my parents had formed into a small maze. It was something I had enjoyed running around in as a small child. Now it was more decorative than anything. Back then it was taller than I was. Now...at my height of just under six feet, it was two feet shorter than I was. Still, it did bring back many a fond memory of the times I had spent in it pretending to be lost, sometimes purposely hiding out in it until my mother came looking for me.
I had wandered out there now, sitting on the small bench directly located in the middle of the maze. My folks having gone to the airport to pick Bella up while I waited for their return. I had also been given to understand, she was three years older than I was, at twenty-four, I likewise had to wonder if she would see me as more of an adolescent than an equal, even with the minor age difference. Being Italian, I likewise had to wonder if we'd get along all that well, especially since I didn't speak a single word of Italian myself, and though she spoke reasonably good English from what I was given to ...
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