She flipped her long brown hair back over her left shoulder and smiled.“Are you sure?” she inquired.“Yes,” I replied, while thinking, how do I...take our casual meeting to a different level.I introduced myself. Her name was Katelynn. She was seventeen, almost eighteen. I took a step back.“I know,” she remarked, her hands extended, and palms raised, “I don’t look it, but trust me, I will be eighteen in a few days.”I should have sent her packing, but I didn’t. I couldn’t She had the charm and the. I rang the bell and she was standing there is a sexy red one piece and a Santa cap. I was left awestruck and my mouth was left open I was staring at her and she cleared her throat and said merry Christmas. I replied and said same to u. Then she said why you are standing outside come in. I entered and I could see no one at home, I was a bit surprised and out of curiosity, I asked her where everyone else is? She said oh they have gone out to bring cake you have a seat and make yourself. She seemed to become all soppy around him and sometimes she seemed to get all flushed when he described his latest female conquest. She had always refused to tell me about their time together and in particular their lovemaking. Every time I brought the subject up she steered the conversation away and so I had never really pressed it.All of these thoughts and emotions swirled around in my mind as I drove home and as I swung into our road, I was startled to see that Brett’s car was already parked. Sally was curled up so comfortably on the couch that instead of asking her he went to the kitchen himself. It seemed to him that the level of the bourbon bottle was down somewhat from what it had been the other day... but no doubt he was mistaken... of course, if Sally wanted a drink now and then there was no reason why she shouldn't take one, yet it was not characteristic of his wife to drink or to fib. Since he knew that Sally did not really care for hard liquor, the thought crossed Ray's.