"Martine leans on the wall beside her friend and takes a drink. She notices Ann has a martini glass."Well." She fumbles for a moment. "I wish it had b...en someone else." I guess we shocked you."Martine doesn't answer."Did we?" It's none of my business. If you do... what you do in your bedroom. It's not any of my business." But it shocked you."Martine sighs."Look, let's drop it, can't we?" First tell me, Martine. We're friends. I want to know." "Yes, it shocked me. But not the way you think." No?. ’ I was looking directly down the front of it. I realized she had left two buttons undone and I wondered if that was for me? She was a tease but I loved it. I smiled and told her, ‘I think you would look beautiful in a cardboard box! And I’m sure you were a sight last night in that nightie too.’ She told me, ‘Oh yes, I was a sight alright. I would never dare wear that for you V.’ I laughed and said ‘Good that means then I’d see you nude! Even better!’ She smiled very sexy and said, ‘Who says. "Secondly, it would all depend on where it was, now wouldn't it." He smiled, thinking he'd won a point.Mandy wasn't cowed at all."Oh, I don't know. I think Mom would approve of a nice, tasteful little tattoo. What kind do you think would look good on me?"Bob, like many men, was fighting a losing battle and didn't even know it. Her question was so normal sounding that he reacted normally."Where?" he asked."Where Professor Simpson has hers, of course," said Mandy sweetly. "She's a respectable. “I shouldn’t yell at you. But don’t keep worrying about this. There’ll be plenty of time later for you to work for money, but it’s the same as with children, first you need education.”“But I am not a child, Linda,” he said plaintively. “I am a man, full in maturity. And each day I grow that much older, and yet I may not be a man and work as men do. I must find my place in this world, though I do not know that such a place exists for me.”“Oh, a place exists,” I told him. “And right now that.