. I started teaching her everyday in her house..Then i started asking her questions like how do you like to live alone in this house without your husb...nd.. Dont you feel lonely..Then she replied and said yes i feel lonely but what to do my husband is working for us thats why he is not here..Then i asked does he comes here very often. Then she said only once in a year..After hearing that i asked her some personal questions. As i felt comfortable because i taught her everyday and we were like. Everyone calls him Jack, but his name is Jackson. How cool is that, his first name is like a last name? He is older, like maybe twenty-five, maybe even older, and already out of college. Anyway, I saw him and he was with my sister's friend Amber. I thought this Jackson was Amber's date, but he was her older brother. He was moved to town back to live here.Long story short – the concert was awesome and I sat by Jackson, which is what I decided to call him. He talked to me all night, it was so. Actually, Dawn was technically a teenager, Laura remembered. Nineteen. But no longer jailbait, like Jane."I haven't got to kiss you yet," Laura whispered.Dawn crinkled her nose. "Why don't we take these off first?" She pointed to her own bra, a very conventional one, unlike Laura's expensive mauve lace-and-filigree affair, but starkly white and alluring against Dawn's velvet black skin. "You know, pushing my boobs against yours when we kissed really got my fires going last time." Mmmm," Laura. He opened the door and let me in, took my bag and asked me to follow him to the bedroom. It was a small ranch with many antiques and conservatively decorated. As I followed him, I peeked in each of the rooms and the pictures of the kids in the hallway leading to the bedroom where we would be sleeping. He stopped and stepped aside and asked me to enter first. It was clearly a teenager’s room stuck in time with a twin bed. I had a curious look on my face because he said this is the room we would.