"You want something, Jennifer?" I asked her.At my voice her eyes came up slowly to meet my gaze. As our eyes locked she suddenly looked very young and...vulnerable. Without a word she spun around and ran back towards the camp. I pulled on my new shorts and fastened them. I stood thinking that I had seen the frank appraisal of a grown woman in her initial glaze. My adult world was far removed from modern teenagers and I had no basis of rapport with her generation. I shook my head and told myself I. If this had been a well written porn scene, I would push her up against the back of the door and say, “I want you, right now!”That made her giggle, and her tears began to abate. Her mouth seemed so kissable and she moved, hers to mine and the kiss began. She turned me around and I was the one up against the door. The kiss was soft and delicate, and our tongues did the dance of love.“I wish I had a son,” she said while I was kissing her neck.“Naughty Theresa,” I said.“No, not for that reason. I. " As Sara listens to the one-sided phone call between Amy and her potential employer, she nudges her friend, picking up Amy's pleated skirt as a reminder, leading to an accidental nice royal blue panties flash for the bus patrons across the street. "I am a cheerleader which might interfere when you need me due to practices and games, but it helps me to be responsible, diligent, and a great multi-tasker." Amy recited off.As Amy hangs up the phone, she smiles brightly. "I got the job!" Amy. .. Two eggs over easy, hash browns, wheat toast - dry, and one cup of decaf." The request was a simple one, number seven on her mental list of twelve hundred and twenty-four possible combinations.Marcella noted the order on her pad and turned to go, just as she had done every morning for... How long had it been? Behind her, the elderly customer made some comment in a pleasant voice, but his words didn't register.The question came back to haunt her all through the morning, and she wondered.