She mentioned her mother was drinking too much. At the restaurant we ended up talking about a lot of things, but I could tell there was something else... I wanted our conversation to be easy going but it eventually led back to her feeling scared to stay at home because her mother would sometimes become violent. I hoped it wouldn’t be so serious and every time she happened to look down, I couldn’t help but stare at her boobs. I had wanted to be with her and as I continued to listen I thought about. I had noticed her on my travels from warehouse to stocking shelves, and she always had a smile for people. I had also noticed that she was aggressively flirty with the younger men, and would often ask for a hand getting changed after work as a bit of a laugh, although never with me. Over the next few weeks we started chatting now and then, and as I bundled my way through conversations she would laugh and make me feel relaxed until eventually I became comfortable talking to her. At night time,. Next day was another day of wild reveries. I talked less with my family members and remained mostly confined to my room. Mom actually once asked me why I was so silent. Poor lady. She actually thought that I was unhappy for being forced to share my room with Roly.Roly also tried to talk to me once or twice, but when she found that I was not interested, she gave up. She appeared completely oblivious of the events happening in the darkness of my room.Or... was she pretending? I didn't know.I had. ’ She got up and headed for the door, tossing her trash as she went. She glared at the two guys and turned her head quickly as if to snub them. I followed behind her, grinning like an idiot at the men. Diane didn’t say anything as we drove up the Trail, heading for our first stop. We found the store and parked outside. Now her face lit up as she saw that it was an adult novelty shop as well as a clothing store. A sign out front stated that the store sold dancer apparel, adult videos, books,.