Then those piercing icey blue eyes. But it had been months since that time.As she walked down the busy New York sidewalk, hoping to get to her art stu...io quicker, she noticed a man, sitting on a park bench, looking down at his clasped hands. By the way he appeared, he was obviously deep in thought. She couldn't make out his face, his had was bowed down, hiding her view. Deciding she needed to help, she strutted over to the man, bending to tap his shoulder. With her sharp movements, his head. Hannah was growing up and she was battling with the mixed feelings of being a woman and a girl at the same time. Knowing how difficult the experience was, Jen was determined to help Hannah through that phase."You don't look like a teacher", she remarked at one point.Jen laughed. "What do I look like?" Like a girl. A normal one. I mean one who is not a teacher", Hannah stammered striving to make her self clear.Jen laughed even harder. A normal one? "Well I have to inform you that even normal. . . .” - - - - “Thank you Baby, you know how . . . .” Both stopped mid sentence and grinned. They did know one another well; they fit together well in so many ways. They finished their breakfast, dressed and went shopping together. This is another one of those things just like last year, went though Dan’s mind. Husband is going along as shopping consultant to wife, for her date with lover. “Tell me the look you think you want.” “An attractive woman wearing something demure, something. (Alternating caps and lowers, number/letter combos . You get the idea) he started to read and then to understand what he was looking at. “Carly, this isn’t from just any fan. He’s got some questions that are more adult than you understand. He’s attracted to you and wants you to describe yourself sexually. Just block him and report it to your host” “You said HE, the address belongs to a girl! Why questions like that? What does that have to do with my bras, and sweats?” “Ok sis, sit down and.