I stand up, and pull the jumper over my head. I'm wearing a white t-shirt under it.

"Those will attract the boys," Jerry is staring at my bust. I really am blushing now.

"What are you? 36C?"

"How did you know that?"

"I've had a lot of practice. You really shouldn't hide those away - not if you want to attract the boys. What about your legs?"

"What about them?"

"Lift your skirt, so I can see them."

"No!"

"I don't want to see your knickers. Just lift it above your knees."

I suppose it can't do any harm. I pull the skirt up, so he can see my knees.

"A little higher."

I do as he says. I'm not wearing tights. I'm glad I shave my legs regularly.

"You have great legs. Why don't you wear shorter skirts?"

I shrug again. The truth is that mum would never let me wear a short skirt. She's always going on about girls who flash their panties. I let the skirt fall back down.

"If you wore a short skirt with a tight fitting top you would look stunning. You will have the boys drooling after you."

"Do you really think so?"

"I would."

I smile. I think that is the first time in my life that a man (or boy) has said anything like that.