”Debby looked at me as if I had lost my wits. “Why should I do anything for her, Jimmy? This is serious!”“I know that. I didn’t say to do it...for her. Do it for me. Please.”“Why?” she asked, a quizzical look on her face. The water was running down over her shoulders, rivulets running between her breasts, down her belly, and then between her legs. She saw where I was gazing and turned her back to me. “Jimmy!” she protested.I laughed lightly. “I don’t know. Maybe that’s why,” I said, indicating. ’ She dressed and left claiming she did not need a ride so I went into the shower then dressed well. I got to the auditorium with plenty of time and made sure she saw me. She gave me a big grin. I figured out who her parents were and they certainly looked very proud of her. Both were close to tears. After the ceremony I stood back until her parents left then walked over to her and took her hand. I took her to a seafood restaurant and we ate a late lunch/early dinner before returning to my house. Avoiding the tidal wave of screaming youth, we left the building by the side entrance. As we went around a corner, I immediately saw Uncle Steve. He was walking towards us along a hedgerow. “There’s your Uncle.” Alexa said, pointing. “He sure looks hot today.” “Yea,” he was wearing a nice suit. “I wonder why he’s so dressed up?’ “Hummm, how about I come over later and we use the hot tub. If he joins us, I hope he wears his thong. You know, the little blue one.” “Don’t be gross,” I told her.. Jericho, I think, loves me. I like him too, but I’m not ready to make the commitment to move in with him. For one thing, it would kill my mom. She dreams of me marrying a white boy, preferably some insurance salesman or accountant, so he can provide a ‘life of ease’ for me. I really have no interest in that. She’s been with many men, and once when I asked if she’d rather be rich or free to live the way she wants, she readily chose to keep her freedom. Then she realized my question was designed.