.”“Salling? Nah, he doesn’t care. He’s fine. Maybe he can even chime in. Okay, here’s the deal. My friend, Bob Bobberson, he saw his mother ...ith a guy at a restaurant two weeks ago. He thought it was odd. They were really friendly, right? But she’s married to his father, so they were probably just friends. Then he saw her in the parking lot of the Days Inn off exit 47. Ugghh. The Days Inn? Sounds cheap even to me and what do I know? Anyway, he said that she was with that dirtbag again, and they. Later she found she was pretty accurate in her assessment. So now that Natasha understood the power attractiveness seemed to hold over men, she enjoyed trying to get the good looking older guys to look at her. She would smile and blink over her shoulder. Flip her hair, stretch to press her breasts against her top, and bending over counters and tables to stick out her butt. That seemed to get men’s attention more than any. While she was aware of what sex was, she was still unbreached and. “What’s wrong?” Amber finally asked.Roger studied the woman who’d been his companion for the past five weeks. Finally, he confessed, “You! You are what is wrong.”“What do you want me to do?” Amber pleaded with great concern. She had tried to be everything she could to the older man – an aide, a confidant, and a lover. She thought she’d been doing a pretty good job of it too.“I ... I don’t want to leave you. I have significant feelings for you; one might even describe me as having fallen in love. Just assumed that caused that thin covering not to be there. A hairbrush handle, fingers or just about anything else could have taken care of it too. She did tell me she used tampons. Like I said, I never asked.I wonder why that damned thing is there anyway. It is just a pain in the ass, or rather vagina. What is it supposed to do? What purpose does it serve? It could be anybodies guess.Thinking back those many years, right, she was 13 going on 14. Like all girls that age, she was cute as a.