‘I don’t believe it. You’re a girl!’ ‘Nobody’s called me a girl in years. I’m a woman and what’s not to believe?’ ‘Mind telling me...how old you are? And what the hell are you doing here?’ ‘Why is it your business?’ ‘You’re sitting here begging for money and I have some, but I’m not turning any over to you until I get some answers.’ I’d noticed that the sun was setting and in the few minutes I’d been here the temperature had dropped ten degrees. I was getting cold and I was dressed in heavier. I took her to my junior prom but I just never noticed how beautiful she was until the beginning of my senior year, and her junior year. I remember when I stepped up onto that bus the first day of my senior year, and surveying the people on board, my eyes became fixed on Debbie's long, blond hair. I thought to myself, 'I don't remember seeing her before'. But as I walked back to where she was sitting she looked up at me, and I couldn't believe that just one summer could make that much. . and you're going to love it... every second of it." Mitch... Mitch!" she gasped. "We... I... Oh, we shouldn't!"Julia's brain reeled in the throes of the fogging emotions that had swept over her, and she wagged her head negatively, visions of her mother, interspersed with the face of Mitch Holden, fleeting in and out of her mind, while the obscene word he had spewed at her along with its complete meaning ricocheted erotically through her aroused senses. Yet, even as she tried to oppose him,. I was laying in my bed watching a TV show. My mom came up to me and said she’s going out for some work and wouldn’t be back until evening. She said she has put some clothes in the washing machine and I need to put them outside to dry once the wash cycle completes.I shook my head and she left home. I was home alone as my sister was at the college and wouldn’t be back until evening. I sat to complete my episode and after a few minutes I hear the ringer from the machine completing it’s wash cycle..