“Haley! Get your feet off that table, girl!” I said sternly.Without missing a beat or even looking in my direction, she replied “God! What EVER!...�� Then realised with a little shock (and to my satisfaction), that she wasn’t talking to her mother or boyfriend this time. “Sorry mistress!” She said, quickly removing her feet from the table. “I was just…”“No matter, Haley dear.” I paused for few seconds, letting her know that actually, it was a matter. I continued, “Tell me, have you seen Rebecca. She misses seeing the familiar face. The shop must have put on some summer help to cope with the crowds of vacationers. She glances up to see a man looking her way. Not just looking but openly staring. She smiles and nods and then returns to her paper. When she’s finished her coffee she leaves money for a paper, coffee and tip on the table with the check and continues on her way. Her first stop is the mongers shop. Fresh fish lay gleaming on a bed of crushed ice. She chooses from among them a. "I know this might sound crazy, but I saw you at the market four days ago and I haven't stopped thinking about you. I've looked all over the city for you and I desperately want to talk to you and I see your eyes and your yellow bikini in my dreams and I don't normally do this, but would you please have a drink with me?" I don't drink." How about dinner tonight?" I can't. I'm going to mass." I understand. Well, I'm sorry for wasting your time."As I turned to leave, she asked: "Can you pick me up. "Whatever." Taylor needed no further encouragement and stuck her tongue back into Rachel's mouth, making sure Amy and Stephanie had a clear view of what was going on. As Stephanie went back to her masturbation, Taylor and Rachel began to exaggerate their antics for her benefit, clearly getting off on having an audience.Amy stopped them before they got too far, since Brian would be home soon. As they dressed, Taylor and Stephanie made plans for the three of them to "hang out" the next evening..