Shana Spaan

Really cute girl a couple of years younger than I who'd lived next door to me in San Jose. We'd known eachother for a very long time before I began to think of her as anything other than the girl who lived next door. But as things usually happen, she began to develop, & I couldn't help but think of her differently. I didn't then think she'd ever thought of me sexually, but I certainly thought of her so. Shana's father got transfered by his company to a division in Germany, & they moved away. I was really happy one day when she'd come to visit, but though we'd discussed the fact that we'd wanted eachother, we knew, as she lived in Germany still, that we'd not be able to persue that attraction.

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