She was standing in line, one from the register, legs spread slightly apart as she drummed her short black polished nails on the wide leather strap of...her book bag. I wouldn’t exactly call her ‘drop dead gorgeous’ or a ‘man killer’ or whatever they categorize women these days. This girl was more of the ‘silent and sexy’ kind, a little bookworm meets punk-Goth meets little girl innocence all tied together with all natural sexiness. I leaned forward a bit and took a sip of my coffee as I let my. Some I recognized as neighbors, others mom had identified for me. There were several that nobody seemed to know, just weekend pick ups. There was the money, or should I say the off shore accounts. None of dad's clients seemed to be gangsters rather they were regular business men with cash businesses; gas stations, cleaners, drug stores, convenience stores, doctors, dentists all generate a lot of cash and money brings temptations. Fine upstanding pillars of the community that just happened to be. The truths were a kind of therapy as I could tell someone what I had done or what I was wearing and they would usually be very understanding. The dares would offer a new sexual excitement as someone you barely knew was telling you to do something and then you would do it. The shear amazement of some people when they dare you to do something and you actually do it, their disbelief is fun. One woman told me to stick my finger up my ass and I said ok and did it and she was so shocked that I did. Now the thing about Caroline’s friend was I had known her for year and had openly flirted with her and had done everything to let her know I wanted to sleep with her but she just did not pick up on it. She was hot nice slim figure great body nice breast long slim legs the most fuckable woman in the room. Where as Caroline was the dirtiest woman in the room.I know Jackie lived with a Ukrainian who was a crossdresser but not fully into it just tights and high heels shoes as she would talk about.