”That made her laugh and she put her hand on my leg, then immediately pulled it away.“Beth, my teenage daughter, is eighteen, and about to drive m... crazy.”“Really? In what way?”“Well, we’ve always been able to talk about everything and a few days ago she told me that she’s ready to have sex. She said that her friends are doing it and she wants to too. I don’t know how to handle that.”“Hmm. I can see how you wouldn’t. The problem is that most, if not all of the boys out there are just looking to. She looked to him, briefly glancing at his nail expert then back to him, smiling before turning back to her own.He let out a sigh of relief. This wasn’t one of her girls, another such potential woman packing heat.“Um.. Hi?” he ventured to her, utilizing his disarmingly attractive smile.“Hi!” she replied, a smirk on her delicate features, “First time?” she asked, holding her hands to his, her own smile warm and genuine.He nodded and placed his hands in her own, unsure but not afraid or anxious.. With no savings or insurance, she had their small house they had purchased and her job. To her family she was known as Barbara Anne. To her friends she was known as Barb. To a select group she would come to be known as Babbs. At the local dress store which specialized in pageant wear, she was a salesgirl and consultant. She had an eye for fashion and had been in a pageants as a young girl. Though never a top winner, her good looks and outgoing personality had always been popular with the. He supposed that Mrs. Tandy was an old, blue haired lady, who was very sick or dying, and who was confined to her bed. He was fine with that too. Mrs. Tandy’s house was Victorian in style, with a nice, well tended garden. A kidney- shaped pool was wedged between the right side of the building and the pine grove growing nearby. John Stefanovitch was sitting by the pool when he saw Norma trotting towards him. “Mrs. Tandy wants to see you,” she said with a smile that made her look almost.