” He said with an exaggerated sigh.“You mean…” I paused, unsure how to ask how far he’d actually gone.“I mean, nothing.” He said, still ...miling. He obviously didn’t understand that this was strange to me. “I’ve kissed a girl and that is as far as I’ve gone.” He continued talking and I pretended to listen. He didn’t seem distraught about it and it didn’t feel like he was fishing for anything from me. He was just pouring his heart out and trying hard to laugh it off. He was proud of the fact that. .. "Yes," Howard grinned, "too big a deal even for her to pass up." He looked around, slapping the backs of some other men, acting as though he hadn't seen them for a coon's age, rather than just a matter of hours. "Say, what's that slop you're drinking, Art?" Howard asked, pointing to the glass the salesman was holding. "Looks like raspberry Kool-aid." Something called sangria," came the reply. Art blinked, studying the pieces of lemon and orange at the bottom of the glass. "A wine punch. 15! Jesus!’ ‘Oh, please! It’s not like I tied him to the bed and forced my pussy onto his dick,’ I reasoned. I mused again, ‘Although, that would have been fun.’ ‘I give up,’ Carol declared. Gathering her book bag, she headed for her room. ‘By the way,’ I called after her. ‘You’ll need to change your sheets before bed time.’ That stopped her in mid-step. Turning with an accusatory look, --It really is amazing the range of ‘looks’ Carol had. In just a few minutes she shown disapproval,. I hit the E-brake and enjoy the silence. Finally. Home. Well not for me. I mean Christian wants to keep his family home, for sort of Vacation House and while I understand the sentiment I refuse to make this trip annually. I step out, carefully. His drive is chipped and the LAST thing I want to do after that burly-ass drive is break a heel. I grab my purse from the passenger seat and make my way up the stoop. The door is open and I let myself in. ‘Christian, honey? I’m here.’ I call. The inside.