Growing up, when I was around 17, my circle of friends and I were potheads. That was pretty much our thing. My friend, who we will call Scott, had a cousin who grew weed. Her name was (not) Anna and she was a couple of years our senior. Scott kind of hated her because he knew that she was hot and all of his friends fancied her. She was short and had a nice body. She was very very skinny, but didn't look at all unhealthy. I usually like chubby girls, but there was something nice about Anna's figure. She had bright eyes and the facial structure of a super model.