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Everyone in the hallway jumped slightly, turned and quickly looked at the tall girl near the sound of the slamming locker. Satisfied that there was no crisis at hand, the kids at the school mostly went about their business. Of course, there were the few admirers that glanced at the girl at the locker, but it was no major deal. After all, Marilyn Walker was used to being looked at. After all, how many 6′3″ girls wear 4 inch platform heels? How many 6′3″ girls are there? Oh well.

She swung her backpack over her shoulder, and strode slowly along the bustling hallways of her high school, smiling and waving at friends. She had a natural charm to her, and used it well in what can be the cruel world of high school. Then again, there was plenty of natural everything to her. Simply put, she was definitely a looker. Marilyn’s face had a nice soft look to it, complemented well by her light make-up and a smile that could light up a room. Her dark chocolate complexion was only highlighted by her long, ink-black hair that was lightly permed and that brushed against the middle of her back as she walked. Looking down past her wide masculine shoulders, one could see her endowments through her light blue uniform shirt. Her 40DD breasts, while not as big as the would appear on shorter females, definitely did impress, especially in contrast to her 26 inch waist. Her blue plaid, turned-up uniform skirt showed off her somewhat narrow hips, and her round enticing bottom. Her legs extended from the short shirt, smooth as a baby’s bottom from the shave she did this morning and uncovered by any stockings. However, what would prove most interesting was what was between her legs. After all, isn’t that the end-all of all lust?

“HEY SHOOR-TAY!”

“Here we go again,” Marilyn thought. It was annoying as hell to her to have guys try to pick up on her like that. “The price I pay for living as a female,” she thought as she turned to the screaming voice.