Tasha and I left the church and I drove to Marie’s. We were quickly seated in a booth, but instead of sitting across from me, Tasha sat next to me a...d scooted close so that our shoulders and legs touched. I smelled her perfume or body spray, and it was intoxicating.“I don’t think this is what your dad had in mind,” I grinned.“He’s not here, is he?”“No.”“And you aren’t complaining, are you?”“No!” I grinned. “I have a very good sense of self-preservation!”The waitress came to take our drink. ”Sounding exasperated as he expressed his frustration, “It’s killing me, Ma. I don’t want to sleep on the couch or move my computer out here to get away from it. I like my room.”He must have gotten a good eye-full tonight because I could tell he had an erection by the way he had his legs crossed trying to hide it. I was a little perturbed that they were so inconsiderate that Ron felt he might have to move out of his room to give them some privacy. I thought about calling them or going over and. The girl operating the register was a typical Starbucks worker, about 22, attractive without being gorgeous, and slightly challenged by the difficulties of making change. I shook my head but smiled as I turned away.I walked over to the table with the sugar, napkins, etc, and turned to look at the barista making my drink. I stopped and stared. Behind the espresso machine was the most beautiful redhead I had ever seen. Okay, maybe she wasn't classically beautiful, but she was my ideal of a. " Me time?" He used to watch me masturbating!" yelled Sis her words, so sharp and spiteful I felt as if they were hitting me in between the eyes.I stumbled over my thoughts concerning the enigma of female masturbation. Everyone said girls masturbated just as much as boys, but to my mind, there was very little evidence of that. My mind whirled in free fall, thoughts zapping around fright, trying to find a tangible explanation."Did he just burst in through the door?" I forced out not wanting to.