Review Blog: TRIXIE TEEN TRIXIETEEN was wearing the same outfit I¡¦d worn to school that day, a pink sleeveless cotton summer dress ¡V a mini. It buttons down the front and is kind of tight over my breasts. I think it makes them look bigger than they really are. And it¡¦s A-line, so it isn¡¦t tight over my butt, which is a little bigger than I¡¦d like it to be. It¡¦s made of really soft, kinda stretchy fabric, though. I like it and, from the way Mr. D was looking at me in class, I was pretty sure he liked it, too.
Mr. D lives outside of town on a dirt road. His house is about a mile from his nearest neighbor and sits at the end of a really long driveway. I parked behind the house next to his car, went to the back door, and since there wasn¡¦t any doorbell, I knocked on the door.
When Mr. D answered the door, his eyes widened a little, but he didn¡¦t look as surprised as I thought he would. He smiled at me like he always does and said, ¡§Hello, Hillary, what brings you to my house this afternoon?¡¨
