It's amazing what a pretty girl can do to a man with just the smallestaction. I still remember the type of things that got my motor runningwhen I was ... guy. It was almost always the little things. A quickbrush with the fingertips against the arm, leaning in close to whisperin the ear, the "accidental" bump against the crotch with the grab ofthe arms to keep from "falling", the light touch when moving throughacrowd. Now that I'm on the sending side instead of the receiving, it'sfun to see what I. 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 guy!He examined my Vespa from stem to stern; had me start the engine and rev it up. “I can see why you like this so much. It is really cool! The color sort of matches your eyes.”I am sure I blushed. “Yes.... After all, she's eighteen, in her own house, and handling herself as a responsible adult so far. What's got your panties in such a twist?"Francine Thompson--this one--had obviously never had anyone challenger her in a manner such as this. And by one of Daddy's underlings, no less!"Mr. Chandler," Francine said frostily, "I would recommend that you make your respects to my mother and father and leave the premises immediately."This all sounded familiar, and rightly so. What happened next in no way. I was going to just get something to go and eat at my desk. I was waiting to order when I heard my name. I turned and saw John sitting in a booth by himself. He waved me over and against my better judgment I went. He stood up and offered me a seat across from him. I sat down and ordered a salad. He got his meal and as we ate we talked and I learned more about him. He had been a high school football star but had hurt his knee and lost out on a scholarship. He was single and lived in an apartment.