“I can tell,” she replies. “Just as you have studied me, I was studying you.”“Can I buy you a drink?” he asks.“You know that I have turn...d every man away when asked that,” she says frowning.“I have a feeling you’re not going to turn me away,” he parries.“Are you sure about that?” Summer asks.“As sure as rain,” he answers with a smile. “I figured...”Summer leans over and kisses him deeply. Words forgotten, Michael returns her kiss. He finds his hands on her neck, holding her head in place as. "Why did you say it the way you did?" Because when Mrs. Clifford found me, I was starving. Literally starving to death. I don't think I had eaten in three days. I ... I could have sold my body, I guess, but chose not to. I'm sorry."Jan knelt on the floor next to Ali and hugged the girl. "Ali, you were right and I was wrong. Although, maybe there are compensations. I was in hell before I met the Gordons and then Pete. I think maybe I appreciate heaven more, as a result." She kissed the girl. ” “And what do you do when you have these fantasies?” she asked in an anxiously interested voice. “What do you mean?” “I mean, do you do something about it...like masturbate? She asked, barely whispering the last two words. “I’m afraid I do, almost every night...I’m not proud about it, I...” I let my voice trail off and looked away as if in shame. “That’s nothing to be ashamed of, all boys and men do that; females too.” “Really” I said naively “women masturbate...do you?” “Yes I. Yellow Capri pants, sockless in Keds, a sleeveless pale green top, a large handbag hooked over one shoulder - she looked as fresh as spring.I stared.She looked me up and down. My worn and faded jeans were no match for her fashion.“Did I catch you at a bad time?”“Uh, no. Come in,” I said, stepping back to give her room.Some subtle perfume touched my nose when she passed.“Can I get you a mug of coffee?” I asked.“Is it strong? I’ve grown to like strong coffee, not the Americano style.”“Yes. It’s.