”“It sounds like you handled it perfectly,” I observed. “Jasmin seems to be blossoming and well adjusted.”“She is. You should take some of...the credit, I think.” Alia sipped her beer and frowned. “It’s warm. Would you like a fresh one?”“Sure.”Placing the order, Alia resumed. “I haven’t told you the whole truth. This part’s harder. When Jasmin turned eleven, puberty arrived. It was a confusing time for her. Imagine, a girl starting the journey into womanhood, afraid of males yet suffering from a. One thing he didapreciate was that she arranged for a taxi to take them, at least theywould be able to have a drink afterwards. When they arrived at thetheatre Lucy had the tickets ready and, while he didn't query it, theywere shown up stairs, rather than towards the stalls where they usuallywent. He was more than surprised when they were conducted to theentrance of what must have been a very expensive box. There were threechairs in the large space, Lucy guided him to the one nearest the. The music was loud and I didn't hear what she said to me next but her hand grabbed mine and she pulled me across the dance floor. We went to another room. Surprisingly no one was there. It was dark and I could barely see her but it seemed like she knew what she was doing. Her hand let go of mine and she pushed me on the couch I haven't even noticed before. The door, which was still wide open, let just the enough amount of light in for me to see her figure. She was gorgeous, so simple and. "What a fucking shitty day, she screamed, reaching into her purse for the door key. Oh, fuck, son-of-a-bitch, I left my fucking keys on the table this morning when Natalie called and said she would pick me up. How in the fuck am I going to get in the house?"She ran around the house, yanking wildly at the garage door, kicking and screaming at the back door and trying to push open every window she could reach all the way around the house. No luck.The pouring rain was brutal and Ashley was cold,.