I told her that I would talk to her mom and see if I could help. I was treated to one of her sun-beam smiles.Brenda: So you want to help my Sally wit... her scouting?Mark: Yes, she seems to be a nice little girl and I think she could be very successful with a little help. Would you mind?Brenda: Absolutely not! Hopefully it will keep her out of my hair. When I come home after my two jobs, I just want to rest and she is always bugging me about something or other. Keep her occupied as long as. She brushed off random pinches and gropes and even at times seemed to encourage them rather than look annoyed. I wanted to BE Betty at that point. She was female sexuality personified -young, free, playful, beautiful and flirtatious.Blair tried to play several boys against one another for her attention, but she was not having a lot of luck because not only was Betty soaking up the attention, but her rival Mandy seemed determined to “cock block.”I learned that term that night. Mandy would wait. I told her we should work on that, and she was all for it.The next night I invited them to sit at my table for dinner, and made sure they had plenty of wine. She left for the bathroom and I told him I thought she was the sexiest woman on the boat. He figured I was so bold because of the wine...and then I told him I knew which adult movies he had watched, and assured him I liked the same things. In fact, I told him, I loved sneaking panties from hampers and had quite the collection amassed. For the first time since this absurd situation had begun he turned to look in the one direction he hadn’t: behind him. Looking behind him was like looking into the past. And why was the past (especially the recent past) something he feared deeply? He closed his eyes making the 180-degree turn and opened them warily only when facing squarely down the embankment. Resting at the bottom like some dead solider was the traumatized remains of a four-door sedan — his four-door sedan. Barely.