First, check out the girl across the street

As you are about to start the engine of your Dodge Viper, you notice Melissa Anderson, the Varsity Head Cheerleader who lives across the street from your house, has walked out her front door.

She is currently dressed in her perfectly tight fitting, white topped with a short blue skirt, cheerleading outfit. Her dress of the day is not at all surprising since you know she has practice after school. With the way all the cheerleaders walked around the hallways in their uniforms on practice days, what red blooded American teenager wouldn't have long ago memorized that schedule. Living directly across the street from one that looked like Melissa Anderson, a girl who had been the subject of many a masturbatory fantasy of yours throughout the years, made that schedule memorization even more easy.

Melissa is the same age as you. You used to be friends back in grade school, but somewhere along the line you went along completely different paths. She turned into a complete knock out -- 5'7 , blonde hair, blue eyes, 34B breasts - while you remained just plain normal looking. Her looks allowed her to become a star in high school, while yours allowed you to just remain plain normal. She dated the high school quarterback, while you dated ... well... no one.

"Well Melissa," you say to yourself as your fist tightens around the gear shift of the Viper, "I'm not so normal anymore."