“OK, let’s wait till school starts and start taking her apart piece by piece. But first, I want to erase those emails. I don’t want her to know ...here are any pics until we send them to her. I especially don’t want her to know where they came from. Melody, she only has a cell phone, can you modify her contacts’ numbers and email addresses? We want to control her incoming mail. We get it first then send it to her after we adjust it. I want to set her system up so her mail only comes from us but. ”“Really? That’s cool! But sorry, I have my Vespa.”“Wow, you ride a scooter?”“Yeah, I paid for half of it from baby sitting money. We could not afford a car for me, so my parents reluctantly gave in on the Vespa. I love it, it is so much fun to ride... Want to see it? It is close.”“Sure! Let’s go.”We paid our check, and I lead him to my blue scooter. On the way he reached for my hand and held it firmly, not looking at me, just walking with confidence. I smiled inside, I really think I like this. Dr. Jean said in a few days butI guess I had forgotten that part. I sure can't forget these things Ihave in my hands.I started to stand up and almost toppled over from the new center ofgravity my chest was creating. I got my balance and hoped the cups of mysleep bra were up to the task.Since the slumber party, Jacque, dear boy, was acting very strange. In agood, girlish way.We had not had time to see each other in the past few days, but everydayI would get a call from Jacque with any number of. ”“You do realize I’m going to soak my panties before we get back to the car! And then I have to sit and talk with my mom!”“An-ti-ci-paaa-tion is making me wait...” I sang, mimicking the Heinz catsup commercial.“Yes, you can stay over tomorrow, too!” Nancy laughed, referring to the same commercial which had run a few years ago.“‘Wait until you taste it’ takes on a new meaning,” I chuckled, referring again to the commercial.“Mike, you’ve been sillier tonight than any time since I’ve known you!.