At first I was shocked and unable to react but I soon was slipping my arms around his neck pulling him closer so I could kiss him deeper. Slipping his...tounge inside my mouth nudging against mine. I was in a frenzy.He pulled away in a rush, "Your fifteen!"I was four years younger but I was in no hurry to let that stop him from kissing me."Yes I'm a minor until next year but I don't think I care much for that right now so will you just shut up come inside and kiss me!" I practically dragged him. "All I'll need to do is take care of the kid? I won't be getting involved with your business? You don't work out of your house or anything do you?" No, I don't work out of my house. It's not much of a house; I need to save every penny for Scott. Look, why don't you come with me and check it out. If you don't like it, what have your lost?"When we got to her house, what I saw was a two-room efficiency. The bed was the pull-out kind and the closet was bigger than the bathroom. The second room was. She hadn't been aware what had happened. He forced himself to act natural. It's hard to be natural when you're trying to appear so, he realized."I didn't get a chance to say good morning," she said, standing on tiptoes, tilting her face up, and holding her arms out."Good morning." He puckered his lips as he bent down. They had no "G'morning, Pixie" routine, but occasionally, in odd situations such as these, they did the four-second humming kiss. "Now," he said as they broke apart. "The day's. Later in the afternoon, a work truck shows up in front of my house and a man walks to my house."Good afternoon, I'm Troy and I believe you and I spoke on the phone together." Yes, that is correct. I'm Paul Johnson. Thanks for coming so quickly. Let me show you the tree." I walk outside and then lead him around back and through the gate to the big tree that concerns me so much. He looks it over and even goes to get a ladder and a drill with a big bit on it. Upon which is drills a hole in the.