Babysitting For Her Neighbor
Timmy, you need to stop fidgeting, so I can take down your underpants.
Cathy Sampson was living the good life of a High School Cheerleader. She was smart, pretty, and popular. Her classes were going better than ever in this, her senior year at West High. Cathy's folks were proud of her, as you would expect. She always tried to keep an upbeat outlook, no matter what. The example she used was her neighbor, Mr. Ward. Anytime she called him Mr. Ward, he joked that his dad was not around. "Just c...