‘You know I do,’ he laughed into the phone, ‘Where are you?’ ‘I’m here…here in San Francisco,’ she said, adding, ‘Just for this week... I was hoping we might get together.’ ‘Only if you agree we can take up…right where we left off,’ he teased her. Falling back into their old habit of teasing each another she replied, ‘What did you think – I had in mind, Sir?’ she said with that teasing little sexy voice of hers? ‘I looked up where you live. I’m close by…if you’re not busy -…,’ ‘I’m not busy,’ he. Later on, he’d corrected her. He had been taught to dance to show off his grace and dexterity. Now, he was striking airborne poses and ignoring his opponent as the human tried to put on a show of his own. The radio called for all bets to be placed. Iona asked, “Are you going to bet, Benny?” “Nah. If it’s not a sure thing, I’m not interested.” Iona bet half of hers, registering the wager with the screen and feeding her credit stick briefly into the machine. Once all of the bets were placed, the. I tried to look away, embarrassed for her, the girl who was exposing herself. It didn’t last, I had to look. I looked at her face. Her face, her beautiful face. She was beautiful! Of course, any 16-year-old girl is beautiful when their sandy blond hair is mussed a bit and their blue eyes are staring ... staring right back at ME! Oh GOD! I look away, blushing beet red, holding tears back, gulping. I was caught! I glanced back. She was smiling. Smiling and looking at her girlfriend ... and then. I walk with Bethany into the misses department as she explains, "This is the size department where I buy most of my things and since we're about the same size, it's the best place to begin."Mostly I just watch as she pulls item after item off the racks and holds them up for me to see, telling me something about each article before she returns it to the rack. Skirts, blouses, tops, dresses, shorts... you name it and she showed several to me, teaching me something with each article of clothing.