I felt myself melting into him. “Claire, can I ask you a question?” He said. I nodded obediently. “I’ve been thinking, and I’ve decided I do...’t want you to be like the other girls. I like you Claire. I really like you. The last thing I want to do is use and abuse you! So, erm... Would you be my girlfriend?” I almost felt my heart stop beating. “Yes!” I gasped. I was amazed – I hadn’t imagined the buzz between us! I grabbed his face and kissed him. My boyfriend. He leaned on me, pushing me down. My Dad wasn'thome so Don talked to me outside for an hour or so while I worked onweeding my Mothers flower garden. I can still remember Don as he sat on hisbicycle and gave me that dreamy stare and kept on talking.I couldn't help but notice the incredible bulge in the crotch of hisLevis. His crotch looked like a melon was concealed within the fabric thatwas stretched so friggin tight that the seam threatened to let loose. Toobad it didn't. Anyway, this is the first time I have ever told anyone. Looking at each other, smiling at the sight of the two $100 bills, Kylie and Missy shrugged and said together: “Sure.” Missy couldn't help but add, half under her breath: “Fuck, you are a dirty old man!”With the air conditioning on, it was cool, and with the damp halters, both girls felt a little chill inside, and welcomed the opportunity to embrace, and hold each other. “Nice,” said Cal, “now turn so both of you are looking at me-- keep hugging each other, and just put a hand on each other's. Had anyone seen this car in the vicinity of their establishment?Keeping a majority of the hotels and motels for himself, Sam assigned to Hugh the task of visiting upcoming meetings of major civic and service clubs in the county, circulating among the members, and seeking identification of the suspect by this additional means.Almost three eleven-hour days later, there was little to show for their efforts. Two motel managers, one in Twin Rivers and another in the tiny hamlet of Margaret Beach,.