I found a sales book that would work well enough, just something the drivers used to record bread returns. It had the Macklinson name and logo printed...on the top of the page, and about thirty lined spaces below for people to fill in which product was being returned. I picked up two of them, one for the driver to record any sales, and one for me to write notes for critiquing each sales call. I wasn't an expert in making sales calls, but I thought I might show my notes to Shirley's dad, and ask. Lesa sat up in her thin white pinafore nightie. "I was trying to drown the noises coming from down the hall. It's been quiet for a few minutes, and I must have dozed off." Sorry to be so loud." Leslie responded. "Jake is just so GOOD!" Yes, he is. Is anything wrong?" Lesa was confused and concerned. If things had gone well between them, why were they in here? "Watch your eyes," Lesa warned as she reached for her bedside lamp.When Lesa saw that Leslie and Jake were nude, she felt a little. Unfortunately for him she had caught him daydreaming. "Professor Gilbert, sir?" Oh um yes, yes you're neighbor didn't really have the power to do that although that was nice of him to do since you would have received a felony." Multiple charges actually professor..." How did he even catch you?" Well I was a little drunk so I couldn't really run very well and I had been dared to streak down the road in front of his house, so I did of course. I didn't think he was outside, but turns out he was. “Thanks,” the younger girl said, blinking. Her smile is dangerous. She picked up her boots and started for the stairs.“Um, if it won’t be weird,” Laura called, causing her to turn her head back on the first step, “would you mind if I came up to talk while you change?”While I change? Like, she wants to watch me change? Alaina’s face screwed up in confusion.“I meant that like I’d be standing outside—not watching—and we could talk through the doorway!” Laura said, blushing prettily. “Not like...”.