“So how was the drive?”“It was beautiful.” Sara answered her.“Yes, it was.” Sloan confirmed but he was looking at Sara when he said it.The...tanker was pulling down the lane and Walt was heading for the house.“Sloan,” he shouted, “It is so good to see you. And you brought along a pretty little lady this time.” He said shaking hands with Sloan and then folding Sara in his arms for a gentle hug. “You must be Sara.” He said stepping back with a smile.“Sara, this is Walt, Annie’s. "God help me, yes, I might have if I were in Abi's place too, though trust me on this, me at fourteen would not have stopped where they did," Annie said honestly."From what I've read no one was forced into anything," I replied."So if you were in Alan's shoes?" Annie asked cautiously."Probably..." I replied, remembering Kayleigh, my sister's daughter, at fourteen and the innocent sexuality she had."And what about Jenny ... if you were Alan?" Probably, too," I answered."Thought as much, ya. It looked as though a girl was giving a lap dance to someone in the hot tub, but I couldn’t be sure. Is that Sarah?My mind was racing again. Lindsay just started talking about a movie she just saw. I wasn’t really able to pay attention, and just nodded now and then. I was determined to find out what was going on in that hot tub though.“Hey Lindsay, I want to go change into my swim trunks. Where can I go?"“Oh if you go upstairs there is a bathroom you can use," Lindsay said as her attention. But Mack never got around to putting that kind of bath in, so we'll just have to make do with the shower."Whipping out of his own beat-up robe, Jerry climbed into the tub with her, and when she drew shut the glass doors, it seemed as if they were cut off from the rest of the world, trapped willingly and excitingly in a personal universe no one else could enter.Even the scent of her soap was personal, a lemony perfume that was a part of his mother, Jerry thought, standing close to that tall,.