I squealed like a four year old and headed for my kart and airplane. The cart ... Oh No ... I left it on ... it won’t start. Time for ‘womanly wil...s.’“My battery is dead ... my kart won’t go,” I batted my eyes and asked, nicely, “Would you carry my kart home in your pickup?”“What makes you think I have a pickup?”“You look like a small pickup kind of guy. Maybe a Mazda or a Toyota ... if it’s a Toyota it’s a four wheel drive.”“See ... Toyota,” I said. “But ... a flatbed? That’s so cute.”The pipe. It's a family thing. How about Sunday night?"That sounded even better to me because I liked to watch the Roller Derby on Friday nights. It was real stimulating to watch the gum-chewing girls slugging each other and pulling each other's hair."Sounds good to me. I'll see you about 7PM. The movie starts at 7:45 and it will give us time to get popcorn and sodas."My mom gave me a suspicious look like I was planning some sort of porn orgy at the local movie theater."What's in the bags, Patrick?" came. Yes, she was thirteen and just beginning to develop, but she was developing in all the right places. If anything, her body was even more lovely than Crystal's!She caught him staring, and laughed. "Am I embarrassing you?" she said."No, of course not," he replied."Good. Now come on." She grabbed his hand and led him, dazed, down the stairs.Crystal was standing there waiting for them. As soon as she saw them, she smiled. "Hey, Brit, I didn't know you had a swimsuit like that!" she said."Allison. "Why thank you, Michael," she purred sweetly, in a husky voice. "Do you know what it's called?" Nope, can't say I do." Mariposa." As she slid closer to him on the bench, he picked up a musk and orange fragrance. "It also happens to be the slang word in Spanish for..." she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper..."a gay man!"They crossed the square together and headed for Michael's hotel, three blocks away. The doorman nodded courteously as they entered and Michael was thrilled to feel.