“You’re not dating then?” I asked. “Not at the moment. How about you?” “I live with a girl,” I said. “Live with, as in…?” She said... “She’s my girlfriend, yes.” I said. Ashlie giggled nervously and looked at me with her beautiful brown eyes. I so wanted to kiss her. Her lips were full and naturally red. I began to daydream about kissing her. “Danielle?” “Eh?” “What’s her name?” Asked Ashlie. “Laura. She’s beautiful. She was 18 last week!” “Really? Did you have a big party?” Asked Ashlie. “Yeah. . what?”“Wow! You’re impressive, Civia,” I inserted, “that’s the first time that I remember you not knowing a fancy word that we casually threw out in conversation.”She colored a bit, and responded, “Thanks, Beth. Mom and Dad both insist on what they call a good working vocabulary. They’ve said that size of working vocabulary has a ... positive relationship ... Did I get that right? Positive relationship?”“Absolutely,” Heather replied. “In math, a positive relationship between two things being. I waited a short time, then headed back to the house. I parked a few houses down, locked the truck, and quietly approached the house. I peeked in through the patio door that opens directly into the living room, I was just in time to see Heather leading Steven up the stairs to our bedroom. She was already flushed and giggling. Heather was holding her bikini top as she ran up the stairs, it appeared to have become untied somehow…I crept into the living room and listened to the sounds of them. She didn't seem to notice my texting and continued to laughand sing.I pulled out of the parking lot and she never asked where we were headed, so Ididn't offer any information. Just to see how pliable she was going to be, Isuggested she flash her tits at the car next to us. To my surprise, she pulledher top up and shook her tits at the two men in the car beside us! They honkedand waved and she waved back. OK, I thought, this might work, she would never doanything like that normally.The bar where.