" Yes, i felt the same. I'll go call a cab."Lynette pulled up in front of the house, checked the butane lighter she had hurriedly bought at a Quik-Mar... and made her way to the front door.Lighter in hand she entered as quietly as possible, not sure whether she could enter surreptitiously considering the nature of those from whom she was trying to hide.The house was completely dark but there was a full moon and a single shaft of light streaked through the front windows providing just enough. " Can you follow instructions to the letter?" he asked."Oh, I can, I can," she implored."Turn the lock on the door behind you." Lynn turned and twisted the lock, throwing the dead bolt in the door to his office. "Now, unbutton your blouse." She felt the warmth in her face as she blushed at his request, but she desperately wanted that "B." She started with the top button and unfastened them quickly, pulling the blouse from the waistband of her skirt and freeing the bottom button. "That's a. I mean that was weird, yes, but all this “Am I pretty?” stuff was even weirder. I mean what girl cares what her brother thinks about her? And the way she asked if I was perving out about her now sounded odd ... almost like she hoped I was.“Bobby?”I raised one finger to stop her, and just tried to think about things. I knew girls thought about their flaws a lot. Or what they perceived as their flaws. I knew girls were awful to each other, and that they talked about the flaws they perceived in. Sometimes inviting. Sometimes as if she knows exactly what she is causing. Sometimes innocent.And it gets me hot and bothered.The other day, I needed to tell her something and when I called to hear where she was, she called softly and said: "I'm here - in the washing room". Knocking on the door again, I made sure that I do not intrude, as it is also the room in which she changes into her working clothes.Her dress sense is modern and she likes earthy colours. Golden browns and dark greens and.