The afternoon sun was a relentless golden hammer, beating down on the quiet suburban street. Mel, nineteen and already bronzed to perfection, lay stretched out on a lounge chair in her backyard, the skimpy floral two-piece bikini barely covering her firm, small breasts and the neatly shaven patch between her thighs. Her parents were a thousand miles away, enjoying a two-week cruise, leaving Mel with the glorious, if sligh...