You know, you look a lot prettier nowthan the first time I saw you."I didn't want his compliments. "Just remember to keep your hands toyourself." That...outfit you're wearing is really cute." It could be worse. At least it's not halfway up my thighs." Wow, that would be awesome," he said. "Show me." Show you what?" My nervous meter ticked upwards."Halfway up your thighs. Just lift your dress. And whatever you've got onunder it." No, thank you." Aw, c'mon, Lisa. I'm paying you a compliment. Hey,. I didn't wait much so I asked my mother about him, telling her I've never seen him before. "Oh... yeah" my mother replied, "You know how your father goes to see those soccer matches every week? Well, I guess he met him on one, they are both soccer fans, how nice, ha?" -"I see..." -"He's a good guy, we invited him and his family over tomorrow for a dinner" -"family? I won't have to deal with k**s, right?" -"No, no, his son is your age, if he comes, I bet you'll get along just fine." I. ..Cindy found herself at the room and dropped the thought. The unsatisfying quickie must have left her a bit addled.A soft knock gained her admittance, and for a moment the two adorable cheerleaders looked somberly into each other's flushed faces before bursting into shit-eating grins. They had gotten away with it.And not a minute too soon, for just then, Ms. Williams, the cheerleading coach, stopped by to check on the girls. She shook her head."Girls, we have an early morning tomorrow. And. Always far enough for me not to be able to hear them talk. I could only hear them laugh. It was the Turks and Sandra, and on occasion, our kids joined in.I could see how Sandra was trying to involve the kids in the conversations that one of the Turks would start. David seamed confused and shy while Maria forced a polite laugh once in a while. Osman looked at me occasionally while talking to Sandra or the kids. He would have a smug smirk on his face when he did.I was worried. The first evening.