I stepped into the doorway and said, "I think you should go sleep it off, Amy."Before I could close the door, she swept in after me. "I'm not drunk. C...me on. Yes, or no?"I know she was sending painfully obvious signals, but that didn't stop me from feeling conflicted. She was young, and probably more drunk than she let on. She was my daughter's best friend. With her standing in my bedroom half-dressed, I was having trouble balancing the scale, though.While I pondered what to say, she grinned. He'd been coming to this laundromat twice a week now for the betterpart of a year. One trip was for his mundane "boy clothes" and theother was for his lingerie. He usually came later in the evening whenthere were no crowds, but he still got a special thrill out of it. He'dreceived a few odd looks over the year, but no one ever said anythingto him. He was sure they'd seen enough men washing women's things herethat it was probably assumed he was doing his girlfriend's washing.As he folded the. Plus she had slightly given the game away bytaking my measurements several days earlier. She gave me a more regularmake-up look than that designed to cope with the stage lights, plus alovely array of jewellery - necklace, bracelet and clip on ear-rings,all of them silvery with pale pink rhinestones built in. It certainlymade me feel as if Holly had taken a step forward as a persona.It did occur to me a couple of times during the weekend that I was notbeing her teenage daughter but a woman in. Are you?" After picking myself up off the floor, I said yes. Then things got hot. We texted all sorts of naughty things, fantasies, desires. We talked about all our kinks. We even talked on the phone one day but then nothing. For about two weeks I heard literally nothing out of him. I figured he had had second thoughts.I had second guessed it too. Was it really a good idea to be fucking one of my classmates? Probably not. On school weekends I usually travelled and checked into the hotel before.