Hard. She wasn't a bodybuilder or anything, just lean. Her face said, 'I've been around' without hearing it come out of her mouth; the nose looked lik... it had been broken -- maybe more than once She had that biker chick look to her. The hair was bleached blonde -- and looked ragged, damaged. She backed up to let us in without saying anything else.Somehow, I didn't get past her face until we were inside; she could have been holding a gun and I wouldn't have noticed. Having her eyes trained on me. But I do...I silently creep up, stooping low, behind you, avoiding the one creaking panel in the laminated floor. You haven't heard me yet, and I know you can't see me in the reflection on the screen.I am inches way from you, and should I stop holding my breath, you would feel my hot need for you sliding down your neck.Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tapping...I can't hold my breath any more, and I can't hold my passion for you either. I hold my face just behind yours, and using the best sultry. “I know, if it wasn't for that stupid storm we could have been out here way sooner.”“At least were here now. Come on, lets go to the Dairy Queen over there, we can share a banana split, we can feed it to each other and be all romantic and stuff,” she giggled.I nodded and we made the short walk to the Dairy Queen. We ordered one banana split and picked a table outside so we could be together in public some more. Instead of sitting across from me she sat next to me and we fed each other pieces of. It was rare for him to confuse his mother and he was relishing the fact. “Molly Kelly.”“Definitely Irish,” Beth laughed. “So you went out with Molly last night – after you started to date Hailey and after this Molly went out with another guy? Do I have it straight?”“Yep,” Phil answered.“Why in the world would you do that to Hailey?” Beth asked. “It’s obvious that she’d opened herself up to you – metaphorically, Philip, get your mind out of the gutter. That is not how you were raised to treat.