.. uh, just get some water—and a hat.”He ran off to the house and returned several minutes later. When his father looked again, Tom had a cap on b...t was still in his shirt, so he swung around to him again.“Aren’t you taking off the shirt?” he called.“No! I can’t,” Tom responded.Lynette ran up to them. “Dad, please don’t yell at Tommie; he has to leave his shirt on. Please don’t make him take it off, he can’t do it!”“What’s this?” Duncan muttered. Aloud he asked, “Lynette, what do you know about. You’ll want it to cover your face, too.”I chuckled when she pie-faced me then I licked her palm that was resting near my mouth.“Cooties!” she said, pulling away and winking at me.“It is not a disfigurement!” Ciera stated.“Take it easy there, Tigress,” Jill said. “I’m just screwing with him.”“You’ll get used to his entourage,” Brea said. “You’ll want them on your side. He’s pretty hard-headed but they can usually bring him around.”Ciera Goodman looked as though she might be 19 or 20 years old.. Let me buy you a cup of coffee or something.”I shook my head. “It’s not necessary, really. I don’t want to take up more of your time.”He laughed. “Oh, believe me, you’re not. I actually enjoy standing on corners in the rain talking to beautiful, coffee-stained women.”I liked his sense of humor and I smiled brightly at him. “Alright, but anything except coffee.”“Alright then, how about a glass of wine,” he suggested. “My apartment is just around the corner.”“Oh, I don’t know,” I replied. “I was. I am not a great dancer, but I can stumble my way through a slow song. I put on some music, dimmed the lights and took her in my arms. When we started the dance, she held herself fairly stiffly, but as the music and wine got to her, she relaxed into my arms. I nuzzled her neck and ran my fingertips up and down her back."Mmmmm, that's nice," she said.I turned her head and kissed her gently on the lips. "That's something I've wanted to do almost since I met you," I said."Why didn't you?" she.