" Not in Rochester," Ethel said decisively. Then she reconsidered. Boys didn't buy girls dinner in Rochester -- not until they were serious about each...other. Most relationships were ready for a little discreet kissing before the boy bought the girl an ice cream.But Rose wasn't listening for her second thoughts. "This isn't Rochester."And, Ethel realized, she wasn't a girl any more. In New York, she was a woman. Rose could tell her how a woman behaved in New York.When she got her second. "Do you want me to take you back where you came from or do you want me to drive you to the nearest hotel?" "No, I can't go back. I uh had a fight with my... boyfriend and a few friends," I lie, biting the inside of my cheek. "Ah, nearest hotel it is," Ben assumes and begins to increase his speed. "No-" I begin but I'm cut off almost instantly. "I want to. Pretty girl like you shouldn't be on her own, even after a fight with a boyfriend and some friends." "There's no stopping you is there?" I. It had gotten to the point that I was masturbating every day, sometimes two, even three times during a day. I had heard that doing so was a sign of some form of perversion, a sickness. And having heard that, I had become alarmed, even trying to refrain from doing so at all, but then giving into the urge the next day, and if anything, doing it even more often, more frequently than I had been. I'd begun to wonder. So I asked her about that, even going so far as to asking her how often she did.It. I saw her thinking about our conversation. One of the other girls came to flirt with me. I'd known her from school.I guess Erika didn't like competition. I could see her confusion. "Erika, if there are guys in there you need to seduce, go for it." No, I'm fine here right now."I could tell that her attitude became softer as the wine worked on her. "What kinds of activities do you like in school?"She paused. "Well, I try out for plays and get parts sometimes."After that, it became easier to get.