Yumi just nodded. "I'll go change and meet you in your room." She told him. In her room, Yumi changed into another shirt, and a pair of sweatpants, be...ore tying her hair into pig tails. She wondered how she got the courage to actually suggest helping Paul out, and figured that she needed to concentrate on the studying, rather than the cute boy she was studying with. Sighing, Yumi figured it was better to get things over with, rather than avoiding things now. Nervously, Yumi knocked on Paul's. “Er…legal in what way?” I replied, trying, probably unsuccessfully, to appear as if I had no idea what she was talking about. I focussed on the road ahead.“Legal to have sex with anyone,” came her husky reply. I continued driving, not really knowing how to deal with this bizarre situation I had now got myself into. Another silence descended, and we continued travelling up into the hills.After a few moments, I replied.“Well, yes. That’s true. Have you not had sex already then?” I asked, as. ”“Hey, don’t knock cold calls!” Mario chuckled. “WE do it and it works. But yeah, I can see how it would be annoying in your position. I usually talk to a receptionist and have to get past them, which isn’t always easy. That’s why I send letters.”“Cindi, did you want to talk about any specific new deals?” Julia asked.“Not at this point. Nothing big enough to worry about, just a few small sales. But they add up. The bigger ones take longer. We’re really learning about our sales cycle. I talked. My wife, and I, met her in a local, small town grocery/general store. She was a delightful child, and treated all the customers as if they were special members of her family.Since the town was so small, the store served coffee, donuts, and pancake wrapped sausages, called ‘pigs in a blanket’, each morning.Hallie greeted all us old men with a bright smile, and a hug, each day. Needless to say, she made good tips. She opened the store every day, seven days a week. On school days, she was only in.