Megan Roxanne Rhodes was happy. She had nothing to do for once - no class work, no friends to meet up with, and no cheerleading practice. The tiny-framed, five-foot, 98 pound blonde was sitting on a couple of steps at the park, enjoying the warm weather + watching a group of cute, older skater guys.
She leaned back, stretching, then glanced down at herself; yellow tanktop, one of her bra straps visible, white cloth skirt, matching flipflops, black wristband, and perfect-looking tanned skin with no tanlines visible. She looked nine or ten, but she was actually thirteen, a little on the young side for a high school JV cheerleader. Reaching up