He slipped through the walls of Claiborne, the real one, not the clone we'd built. We were ready when he hit the button to record. And for the next ho...r he recorded everything.In a way it was interesting to follow him around. After panning over the usual group of kids having sex in the alcove near the lockers, he made directly for the restrooms. In the past he'd been blocked from going in. He should have suspected that having total access was wrong, but he didn't. He recorded the girls in the. The panties were just whips of translucent cloth. "What do you think?" You're gorgeous." It was a truth that should have stayed hidden, but now both her body and my feelings were exposed. "But we still have to talk about your spending habits."She knelt on the floor in front of me. "Okay, what about them?" Your mother and I are worried that you don't respect the value of money. This outfit is beautiful, no doubt about that. It makes you look - well - it makes you look -" Sexy? Desirable?"I had. Abortion was not something that Stacey could live with. Like it or not, planned or not, this was her child, whom she would bear, raise and love as best she could. As Stacey left the doctor’s office she slowly pieced together what she needed to do. Stacey needed to talk to Benita but she was not speaking to Stacey, so calling her was not an option. Stacey needed an intermediary, someone who could talk to Benita on her behalf and get Benita to talk to her. Carmen was the obvious choice to be. ’ She rested her head on my shoulder and sighed. She smelled like summer – barbecue, beer, and warm skin. Some of my favorites. I resisted the impulse to bury my nose in her hair. My professionalism rapidly deteriorating, I asked, ‘Do you like fireworks?’ Sitting up, she looked at me with hooded eyes, and in a soft, sensual voice, asked, ‘What kind do you have in mind?’ What kind? After all this dick talk did she think I meant fireworks as a sexual euphemism? Oh god. I cleared my throat, and.