It went on like that for months. Two guys sitting together would get me to wondering. You know me, I flirt. I flirt a lot. It doesn't mean anything, i... is just something I do to try and increase the size of the tips I get. A lot of guys flirt back. They don't expect it to turn into anything; it is just fun and joking around.Well, there are two guys who come into the restaurant three and four times a week, you would know them if you saw them, and I would flirt with them and they flirted back It. And they said they saw something in me, and they love me. They joked about me being their adopted daughter, and even though I’m older than Kaitlyn, it really hit home. Not the idea of actually being adopted, no, that’s just silly. It’s the real love that surrounded those words. Can’t fake that. And that’s why, sometimes, someone will ask me if everything’s okay, and why my eyes are all wet.“Coming, Mom!”I’ve got a CD of old blues, to listen to in the car. I told Kaitlyn that Jake was practicing. As I sipped my drink, a woman came over and sat next to me. She was gorgeous. Long blond hair to match long legs. She wore a black dress that had a clasp at the neck, then was open over her chest, just barely covering her breasts and then the material met again at her belly button. She turned to me and smiled.I looked out at the club again, watching the people dancing and noticed some of them moving off into another room. This place was really intriguing.“You’ve never been hear before, have. Just a normal checkout.'Sweet shoes,' I thought, 'they look good with this outfit, and that tee! Dreamy! Hair rather short, but nicely pageboy... maybe curl it down a little under the chin. There, great! And those Capris! Scrumptious! Tight as can be, a little sexy for such a young thing, but....'And best of all, to me, Michelle, standing there in my sister's closet looking at the mirror, the tightness of those Capris at my middle, and the perfect vee, so tight that a little light from her room.