"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked as he stopped andturned around to face me. "I just wanted to know some stuff," he started. I wag...led my eyebrows at him, and said, "Shoot!" *I'll tell himDebbie's dating a Marine, or something, or a cop, that'd soundbelievable, and-* "So how long have you been doing this?" he asked. "Doing what?" "You know," he said like I should know what he was talking about,and he waved a hand at me. "That." When I shook my head to show him. I apologize if I overstepped my bounds but she came up with the topic on her own. I just guided her research. The bibliography states as many anti-drug references as pro-drug references. The conclusions are your daughter's not mine. She's got a good head on her shoulders. I think you've done a fine job raising her, Amanda."Amanda held up her hands as if she was surrendering, probably more like she'd never even thought to consider he might give or sell her daughter some marijuana. "Do you have. We're friends." She watched my face intently.I pulled her into my parents' room and showed her the dildo. She stared at it as if it was the Mona Lisa. "Wow..."I told her about how I had been using it the last few days and how it was so stimulating. I didn't go into detail, feeling quite uncomfortable talking about something so intimate with her."Um, Jesse," she said, chewing her lower lip, still gazing at the dildo. "Would you...would you let me try it?" What?!" I couldn't believe she had just. "Oh, no! You can't ask that! No! Lisa! No! Why would you do such a horrible thing?" We'll talk about that IF you decide you really want me home," Lisa said firmly. "Don't try to sucker me in, either, or I will leave for good. I've got an offer from someone who will help me launch my music career. I am thinking very hard about it." M ... music career?" Yes. Apparently, I am more than just a good piano student. People who know have heard me and assured me that I have promise. Oh. One other.