“Hiya!” she grinned as she dragged him inside. She looked him up and down and said “You could have worn those shoes for me!”

“I’m enjoying a whole week wearing nothing but flat shoes.” Peter replied.

“Ooh.” she cooed. “We’d have been about the same height.” she grinned as he looked up into her eyes which are coincidentally, approximately two-and-three-quarter inches above his. Exactly as Peter had told his dad, they sat and talked and listened to music. Carol wore a pair of black knee high Converse with thick black tights, short denim shorts and a sloppy off-the-shoulder top over a racer back vest. A single bra strap was also visible. Peter gulped and glanced around her room. “Sit.” she said, patting her bed. Lilac butterflies decorate its duvet and pillow.

Peter sits and his eyes scan the walls and furnishings. “This is a nice room.” he says.

“Thanks.” she smiled. “I tidied it specially.” she said. “Are you looking at my legs or my boots?” she asked as Peter’s eyes wondered up and down her legs.

“Your boots.” he replied. “They’re well cool.”

“Thanks.” she replied, before telling him she got them for Christmas.

“I’ve got normal Converse but haven’t seen ’em that high before.” he told her. “Good job they’ve got a zip… they’d take forever to lace.”

“Yeah.” she smiled as she got up and stepped over to her wardrobe. “I got this too.” she said, removing a black patterned dress.