"Probably another request to be someone's prom date," she thought. "This one gets points by not skimping on the stationary, not that it will get him a...ywhere." She stashed the letter in her purse. Catie Vanguard was seventeen and the word stunning failed to accurately describe her. She was tall and had shoulder length brunette hair. Her legs were long and shapely, her breasts beautifully rounded B cups. She could pass for someone in her twenties. Perfect genetics passed to her from her parents,. She didn’t fancy eating on her own in the restaurant so she ordered a bowl of pasta to her room. Lenore had been right. The prices were extortionate. No doubt their normal clientele could afford to pay. She received a complimentary bottle of wine with her meal and enjoyed it immensely. She drank two thirds of it and felt all warm and relaxed inside. It was a beautiful evening so she decided to go for a walk in the grounds. She put on her jeans, a long sleeved t-shirt and her old running shoes. . somebody else who doesn't wear any underwear."And when we stood naked facing one another it just seemed natural for me to lift her up off the floor with my arms under her shoulders and knees. She giggled and wriggled and put her arms around my neck and I thought, without realizing I was speaking my thought aloud, "Just how did all this happen?"Suddenly serious, Allison looked up at me and said, "Because I wanted all this to happen." She kicked off her shoes. "And now I want you to kiss me and. Our eyes meet for just a second, and that glint of mischief sparks in yours - in that moment, we understand each other perfectly, and love each other the more for it. Then you drop your eyes, demure as a Master could hope for from his girl, and hiding your mischievousness behind perfect manners again. I grin and find my voice. "I'll be through in a moment, dear." The clicking of your heels on the wooden floor as you walk away makes me want to jump up, to chase you down, to have my way.