Lauren sighed and sat the globe down. She was used to disappointment. She had been all her life. Trusting people only to be let down.She gave Terry a ...ittle shrug and she thought if he offered to buy it, she would be very mad at HIM."How much can you afford?" he asked her softly as though reading her mind and she gasped a little.She checked her wallet. She had forty dollars.She showed HIM and he nodded to here. Then he called the vendor over. A woman with a sour smile and she watched as he. She looked at me, again. “I like that. You are young, but you what you want. I like that.”The normal business-like management meeting became a mess with my arrival. It quickly degenerated into introductions and understanding each other’s roles with Sylvia leading the discussion. In the meeting was:Pat Connors, who I just met, and the head of HR. She was 51 years old. She had spent much of her life running HR in large hotels and five-star resorts across the Southwest USA. She found herself. “What do we do?” asked Megan.“Whatever you want to do. If you want to fool around with them, fine. If you don’t, it’s your business and you don’t have to. Just because you are on a date with a guy, doesn’t mean that you have to put out for him. No matter what a guy says, it’s your body, not his.” She drank some soda. “Your reputation, too.”“Huh?”“What if the guy tells his friends? Don’t do anything you’ll be ashamed of hearing about at school the next day.”“They do? Like what?” asked. Now, that doesn’t mean every girl is going to want to be with you, but you’re smart, look nice, treat girls nice, and so on. I know Kathy. Let me think about that one.”“There are three really cute girls in the neighborhood, but they’re all 13, which is probably too young. Talk to me in a year or two about them. They hang out with my sister. I enjoy it when they come to the house to swim!”“I bet you do.”“As you say, I’m a guy.”“Yeah, you are. But most of the time, you don’t act like you’re.