She stared down at the pictures in front of her. "Really?" she asked him."Yeah, sure," he said."Well, you know, you moved away, so it actually worked ...ut for the best," she said.He looked back down. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I probably could have stayed with my dad down here, if I threw a big enough fit. If I had a reason to stay."She shrugged, unable to make eye contact with him. Why was it so uncomfortable?"Oh well," he said. "I guess you don't care."She looked over. "No, Danny! I do. His train of thought never ended it always kept on going except when I would start seducing him out of no where. Like when we were at an italian restaurant I had just gotten off work I was wearing some boot cut jeans and my typical pink sneakers, an a matching pink v neck shirt in which you could clearly see my white breasts. I have the habit of wearing my favorite necklace an owl and he was hanging right on top of my breast bone. All I had to do was drop a g**** in there and play footsies to. Now Meredith, tell us all about what you did today.”“We had a lovely ride. We talked about many things. He is such an innocent boy in many ways. Did you know he has not spent time with any girl near his own age since I popped him eight years ago? I feel so guilty now.”“You shouldn’t feel guilty about teaching an insufferable brat an overdue lesson.” Rainer placed the glasses on the table and sat again by his daughter. Everyone took a moment to savor the warm snickerdoodles and cold milk.“Oh, I. ”“Caroline,” I sighed.She moved up and kissed me softly, and her hand slid down my pajama-clad stomach. I quickly grabbed her wrist, then rolled away, and got out of the bed. What happened next was entirely predictable. She turned on her stomach, buried her face in the pillows, and started crying. I had a distinct feeling I was being manipulated, but I was fairly certain that her behavior was based on real emotions, strong ones, and my feeling was wrong. I gave her a couple of minutes to cry.