The Girl Next Door

Unlike other teenage boys, he was in love with the topography of Venus. How fitting, said the publisher of the science magazine that arrived wrapped in black cellophane. O the mons and folds, the impact craters on the exotic body. All night, staring from his window of opportunity at the naked sky, his best glimpse just before sunrise, when the lovely daughters next door stood in front of their window seductively looking for the epoch of breast lumps.