" I said, and knew that I meant every word.She giggled. "What did you call me?"I blushed. "Sorry. It just popped out. I won't do it again."She gave me...a soft kiss. "No. I like it. But 'Cat' just sound so... " She struggled for the word. "... old." Old, huh?" I pondered. What did this beautiful teenager before me look like?I smiled. "How about 'Kitten'?"She made a face. "Too young sounding." You're right," I gasped in mock horror. "I wouldn't want to be a pedophile." She slapped at my arm. I walked up to the door, knocked and announced myself. A voice in the back of the house told me to come on in. Kim was one of those old fashioned trusting souls that rarely locked the front door. I made my way into the house, past the living room and into the kitchen. I put my book bag on the kitchen table and looked into the family room. There was Jake in a corner of the room playing with his wooden train set; which is all he ever seemed to do. I went over and said “Hi” to Jake, then returned. She went back to her hotel room and took off her heavy coat, sweater, skirt and tights. She donned a sleeveless top which came down only to three inches above her navel, leaving a vast expanse of her gently swelling stomach bare to the wind. Walking shoes and tiny shorts completed her outfit. She had not known what was in her mind when she purchased these garments earlier in the week or when she put them into her luggage before coming down here. She knew now!"Gosh, that's better!" She had been. "Take your hands off of my ass. People will talk."We laughed about her assertion on the way to my truck because my hands had not been near her ass. I took her to an Italian restaurant and was sorry that I hadn't chosen a quieter place.It was not only noisy, it was crowded, and our table was not in the best location. Although I'd warned her that this was my night to ask the questions, I let her begin."I had an affair," she said after the waiter had taken our orders. Naturally, I wanted to know.