. I won't, you know ... be interfering with your driving, sitting this close, will I?"I dropped my right hand from the steering wheel and rested it on...Jhoni's pleated skirt, pushing the wool material down along the inside of her upper left thigh with my fingers."Oh! Oh, my goodness!" Jhoni squealed and shoved her spine into the back of the seat, and bracing her high heels against the carpeted floor. She forced her knees back together while pushing her legs down against the seat cushion, trying. I made my way back downstairs, and asked the concierge for directions to the Mensa.“It is not far from here, but why do you want to go there?”“My girlfriend is at the dance there, I thought I’d go there and meet her.”“Oh but they will not let you in,” she explained, “the dance, it is for students only.”“Oh,” I said, the disappointment evident in my voice, “thank you, I’ll come back tomorrow.”“Wait a moment, I am off duty in five minutes, I will take you there, you can get in with me.”“Would. " I invited Shirley inside."Would you like a drink?" I asked.Shirley shook her head. She seemed a bit nervous, though. "Can we... you know... start?" So soon?" I asked. "How about a glass of water? Water is supposed to be good for you and helps clean out your system." OK," Shirley said, reluctantly.I led Shirley to the living room, and told her to put her jacket on the foot stool in front of my recliner. I left for the kitchen and filled an eight ounce glass of spring water.As soon as I entered. " I'm fine," Fiona muttered. "Just got to me a bit." A lot of people in this school like you," Kathryn told her. "Loads. They like you for who you are."Fiona shook her head and sat back on her bed. "Rubbish." In the spirit of Angel with the tats, I'll be honest. You are more popular than you think because people like how honest you are. Sure, a few don't like what you stand for but who cares 'bout them? If you love yourself enough then you won't care what they think and you will be happy."Fiona.