”“Well,” said the boy, “this one cost me fifteen dollars.”The parents began to yell even louder. “Who would sell a car like that for fifte...n dollars?” they asked.“It was the lady up the street,” said the boy. “I don’t know her name, she just moved in. She saw me ride past on my bike and asked me if I wanted to buy a Porsche for fifteen dollars.”“Oh my goodness!” moaned the mother, “she must be insane. Who knows what she will do next? John, you go right up there and see what’s going on.”So the. They relaxed instantly to allow me access. She was really opening up for me."What are you going to do to me, baby?" she asked, as my hand pressed firmly on her jeans between her legs. "I love it when I don't know what you're planning next for me, and you know I love to please you."Effortlessly she had set the stage, and I wasn't sure how far she had intended to, beyond her obvious enjoyment of sex and submission."That's quite enough talking from you, young lady," I continued the theme,. But Laura kept watching her furtively, throughout the party. She was very careful now, however, to make sure Sholandra didn't catch her looking.They ran into each other again on the way out. Sholandra was looking for a ride, particularly from a guy Laura knew, Ron Casimir, who was married."I can give you a lift," she said.Ron smiled at Sholandra. "It's really out of my way," he said. "Why don't you let Laura drop you off?"Sholandra shot a sharp look at Laura. "Sure it's okay?" Of course," Laura. “So tell me…” She wasn’t even sure why she was pursuing this so doggedly. It exerted some strange fascination. “Was he… you know… thinking of one time in particular when he said that?”“He had a time in mind, yeah.”“Tell me. Who was she? What happened?” She set her chin back on his chest and stared into his face, eager to know more about this man and his wicked ways.“There was this girl who liked the band at a gig in Chicago last week. A curvy blonde chick, hot as fuck. Nearly as hot as you.” He.