We occupied our seats after bolting the door from inside. I noticed her expressions carefully and she didn’t show any signs of nervousness at the pr...spect of spending time with me behind the closed door of this wooden cabin. I had everything going my way up till now. She opened her mailbox, looked at me and asked me with a smile, ‘Didn’t say how I’m looking today?’‘You’re looking perfect. The colour combination is fantastic. You should do well as a fashion designer. Right career choice.’ I. Tiffany followed me to Val's place and she still looked excited. While we waited at the door Tiffany would look from the door to me and back again so often I was amazed she didn't hurt her neck. Then the door finally opened."Hi. Why are you two both here, at the same time? You're not up to anything funny are you? Oh wait did you get your car taken away from you for getting in a fight, Will," questioned Val.Tiffany started to laugh then suddenly stopped as she looked at me. She said, "Sorry I. Please? If I flunk this course I won’t graduate on time. How would I explain to my Grandma and Poppa?”I smiled—just a small one—when I replied, “It wouldn’t do to upset your grandparents, would it? I think I can fit you in to my tight social calendar. How is two o’clock for you?”“Perfect!” She jumped up and kissed my cheek. “I’ll see you here tomorrow. Don’t forget!” She wasted her words. I never forgot anything, thanks to a photographic memory I’d been cursed with and there was no way. Its Derrick, Donnas ex-boyfriend. I was talking to him and the conversation just came around to sex because that is why they broke up and, well this is the result. The women had decided not to tell their husbands about the afternoon with Derrick, at least not yet. Hes just a boy. Have you met her? Hes nineteen. His sister just turned eighteen. He says that she is great looking and very horny and that she likes older white men. He says that she is five seven and slim with tits that dont sag at.