Huh Johnny," I said with a glint in my eye."Yes, thanks so much, Amy. I better go."He left quickly.Amy handed me 5 forms. There were 5 hopeful ladies ...aiting. I shuffled through them quickly. Two dummies including the absent one from before.I dismissed the first two smarter girls with no trouble.Then I called out, "Elizabeth Sturgess?"A tall slim hottie smiled at me. I gave her the standard line."Thanks for your application, honey. We'll keep it on file. We might call you." You don't actually. "Come over here, cuz," Sam said, "I know this is kind of weird, but we're going to talk it out."Mom looked like she was about to protest, but she held her tongue as I sheepishly walked to the foot of the bed and sat down on the edge, acutely aware of being shirtless, and even more aware of my stiffy, which had gone down, but not by enough."No, I think you should go Matty," Mom said. "I'm very sorry about this, and I think you should go back to your room and we can just pretend it never. We drove for 10 more minutes making small talk and laughing the whole time. I realized that Sara had not only gotten her amazing looks from her mom, but had also inherited her personality. We pulled up to my house and I thanked Sara’s mom and I moved to get out of the car. “Well young lady you better walk this young man to his door. You better not let this one get away” Sara hit her mom on the arm again, clearly more embarrassed by this joke than the previous one, and moved to follow me out of. Wait there was one woman, a woman who outwardly was more brazen than Cindy cared to think about... but who upon many occasions had shown friendship and sympathetic, earnest support. Norma! Norma Taylor, her husband's boss's wife. Yes, after that get-together weekend at the mountain cabin retreat, Cindy was positive that the lovely woman was interested in her, in spite of the fact that Ralph's different social sphere prevented them from being close friends. She would know what to do, Cindy knew..