Do y'think he'd do that tosomeone he din't care 'bout?,Now she's here and Tom's not. How's that fortorture?"Even after a long discussion about who sho...ld or should not be called a"girl," everyone continued to think of her as a "girl." She never actedmature, she had the voice of a six-year-old, she bounced like an over-eager five-year-old wherever she went, and she had the sweet, innocentface of a four-year-old girl. After she had dressed in a costume verysimilar to something elegant from before. .something else... We finishedour dinner and Michael took me home. Gran raised an eyebrow when sheheard about our plans for going to the dance together, but she gave usthe dates for each of the dances and we decided to go to the first one,in mid-June.I talked to Gran a lot that evening about how things felt differentbetween Michael and me this year, and she thought that it made sensesince he and I were growing up. I could always be open and honest withGran, and I told her my biggest fear:. . well... sexier than I felt comfortable with. But, the jaw, the muscular shoulder and arms, and the fact that I was six four in heels made me look as much like some sort of androgynous Amazon as a whore."You're a good looking whore." Pam hugged me from behind. Her hand were busy sliding up my stocking clad legs and playing with my garters, which I had to admit felt damned sexy."I'm a scary looking whore." My cock throbbed, begging for attention. "And jeez, would you look at that." I nodded. Or for no reason at all."I smiled. "Babe," I said to Cindy. "If I thought you were jailbait, then you wouldn't have gotten within fifteen yards of my door. And I still had bad dreams."She smiled at us all. "HAD! As in past tense."Helen laughed this time. "You don't know how much I worried for the last few years about this girl. Now I can sleep at night, too." She smiled at Charlie. "Of course it's easier to sleep when you have someplace to stick your cold feet."She started closing down her.