"Can I tell my friends?" She asked."You can tell them you have a boyfriend but you can't tell them who and how old I am. Especially April, I don't wan... her to know." I see, and what will we do if I become your girlfriend?" Well, we'd go out on a regular basis; if you ever need help with anything, you'll know I'm here; we do what people in relationships do." Does that include sex?" I was almost stunned by the word, I reminded myself to choose my words carefully."Well, I do believe that. She said to see him of course. She was seemingly more distant when referring to him but I did not ask more. Upon leaving each time, I did gradually work my goodbye hug and kiss to a stronger embrace and fuller kiss which she did not resist.So here I am standing in her living room dripping wet and wondering what was next as she tossed me a towel. She was wrapped in her robe and drying her hair. I had removed my shirt, socks, and shoes but left my jeans on as they were wet but not soaked. We sat. I swear, all you need to do is start them out young when they are impressionable, you know? Speaking of wanting your own slut slave though... I was thinking maybe you wanted to help me a little with his training?" Jennifer said. Apparently this was exactly what Michelle had in mind for she almost jumped with joy when Jennifer offered."Hell yes, I can help you! Here, let me close the store." Michelle went to the front and hung a closed sign up with the note "Out to Lunch" under it. While she was. She nodded. “And I said you wouldn’t mind giving Shelley a lift too.”“No problem. Does she get this treatment too?”“Mu-um!” Mark said and grinned.“Just asking. She’s a nice girl. I like her.”“Good. She likes you too.” he said climbing off the bed and heading for the bathroom.Karen got up and padded to the kitchen. She poured coffee for then and Mark arrived adjusting his tie.“Better make yourself some breakfast while I get washed and dressed.”“Just get washed. Show Shelley the competition.