As she moved towards the man selling paintings, he gave her a very predatory look and resumed speaking Italian directly at her.She quickly stopped him...– and tried to explain she didn't speak Italian and that she was English.“Ah English yes? You English girls are very beautiful mmmm you are stunning” Implied the man. Claire took the compliment very strongly as she blushed “why thank you....” to which he jumped in “Angelo”They got talking as he showed her the artwork on display, “So what are you. I was less anxious and engulfed by my moms love.Soon after I turned 12, came another blow to my life. It was a sunny June morning. I awoke and headed into the kitchen for breakfast. Strangely, my mom was not sitting at the table sipping her cup of coffee. I called out, "Mommy?" A harsh silence filled the apartment. I went into my moms room. She was still sleeping. I put my hand on her shoulder and whispered, "Mommy?" She didn't move. The gravity of the situation hit me. I ran to the phone and. It all started to make sense, although it was still a bizarre situation. I was tied down spread eagle on a king sized bed. The room around me was so preppy and pink it seemed to belong to a teenager.I woke up about ten minutes ago and I still didn’t feel fully awake yet. My head was throbbing, I had a nasty headache and grogginess still lingered. Yet seeing Miranda’s picture hanging on the wall sobered me up. I had been dating Nick for barely four months and so far his ex-girlfriend Miranda had. .." her prettily curved lips parted in a cat-like little smile."So do I, darling," Ray assured her, "but for the occasion, with, as you said, everyone there, we had to be careful not to shock some of our more... uh, sedate citizens. Not everybody in Quiggville swings, as I'm sure you've noticed." Thank God, some people do," Lauralee giggled wickedly, "and thank God you and Sally joined our 'inner circle'." Well, there'll just be the three of us tonight," he said as she braked the car in his.