‘You like it?’ She teases striking a pose. ‘I love it, now take it off,’ I counter pulling on the collar. She spins out of my grasp, ‘No.’...‘No?’ A look of defiance crosses her face and she grins, ‘No.’ Another jolt runs the length of my body and I am more than willing to play her little game. She puts the coffee table between us and props her boot up displaying her nicely toned leg. She leans forward pushing her tits together and pretends to brush something off her shoe. I adjust the boner. The sixteen-year-old didn’t know how many boys, or how many times they’d fucked her that night. She didn’t even know who had taken her virginity. She remembered different boys being on top of her, driving their hard cocks into her pussy at times when she’d gain semi-consciousness, but never enough to where she was able to resist their abuse.Tammy found a couple of boys and a girl sitting in the living room that she recognized from school, but really didn’t know them.“I guess you won’t be trying. . Just tell him, okay? ... Okay, bye.”I continue with the roses. I haven’t even looked at her. She sounds a little bitchy, but that’s not my problem. Some unlucky guy can put up with her. I have the gut feeling that this time it might be better to avoid any customer contact.“Hey, gardener.”Okay, now I have to look at her. It would be rude to ignore her.“Good morning,” I reply. She’s quite pretty. Not stunningly beautiful. But certainly very pretty. Very stylish, of course. That was to be. "Oh youknow men, they're as bad as teenagers!" Well you know you can talk to me about anything Jan," Mom continued."Hell you've given me enough invaluable advice in the bedroomdepartment in the past."I blushed deep crimson at the thought of getting tips aboutsatisfying a man from my own Mom. Of course she wasn't really mymother anymore; I was almost a decade older than her now!"No, everything is fine Helen, honestly," I replied hoping I soundedconvincing, as I adjusted a bra strap that was.