It probably doesn't bother their Moms either. They all know their precious little girls are going to be having sex in the next year or two, if they ar... not already, and they figure you are a better choice for their little darling's first time than the teenage idiots those girls date. At least you won't hurt them and will give them a good first time. I know this, because I have heard their moms talking about it when they didn't know I could hear. You know how adults are — we teenagers are not. “How did the shopping go?” he asked him.“It went well.”Bradley must have thought that Alan was about to tell him what he had bought for her and held up his hand. “It’s okay Alan, don’t tell me. You’ll only spoil it for me.”Alan just nodded as Bradley looked at his watch. “Shall we say six-thirty then at the hotel?”He nodded again.“Its room 49,” Bradley told him. ”I’m sure that Dawn will remind you if you forget.”He watched him walk away. He felt completely humiliated, used even, and yet he was. Lamb." Let's say you're the daughter of abdicated royalty. Say ... a prince and princess from enemy kingdoms. Something like Paris and Helen. You grew up as a common girl, never knowing your parents lived in secret, hiding their identities for love, and you never knowing you were special by birth. You grew up earning your keep doing menial labor for people of false importance, and no one ever imagined you were, in fact, their superior." That's stupid." Stupid's my specialty." You're just saying. It was as if we were reading from the same book. I smiled.Roberta put Amy to bed. I had kissed the child good night because she missed her daddy and I was her uncle. It was as if I was okay until daddy was there again to say good night. Roberta said, "Pete, I'll come down after you go to bed and we'll talk. I'm glad you are home. I'll tell you why when we talk. It will be after Mom goes to bed." Okay. I'll stay awake." Pete, there is one other thing you should know. Ginger loves you. I don't.