I opened the door and a girl about my daughter's age was standing there. She was wearing a tight white shirt and a short black skirt. She had a bag over her shoulder. She was about 5 feet tall, slender, had brown hair and pinkish white skin. She had large eyes, and I had difficulty getting out of their hold.
"Mr. Thomas?" she snapped me out of my trance.
"Yes...and who are you?"
"My name is Sue. Is Diane (my daughter) here?"
"No, she left yesterday with her mom for a trip to the coast. They won't be back in a month."
"Oh" she said sounding disappointed. "I just moved in down the street...about a week ago, and she said I should come by to go swimming and hang out."
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