She's tried to get me to go with her butno way. My method of shopping is the "slam, bang" method. I run in thestore, grab what I need, pay for it, and...get out as fast as possible.Mom make a real production out of it - sometimes I think that the longerit takes her to get just what she wants, the better. I'm not sure abouther taste sometimes, though. The other day she came home and announcedthat she had bought a "present" for me. Some present - a dozen pairs oftan bikini briefs - they look more. .. sometime I can't even tell. But Mr. Tyler must've been in a good mood. He looked and nodded, so Mamie asks me "What do you think about boys, Chloe?"That was weird, since like a third of my classes are about boys. But I guess Mr. Tyler wanted to hear about it. So I giggled like I always do and talked about how I though boys were awesome and I was a little obsessed. I told him about my favorite singers and everything."Well, that's great Chloe. We've been talking, and we've agreed when you. ” Without a word I kicked off my shoes, carried out her instructions and then climbed into this young beauty’s bed with her. Gloria rolled over on her side facing away from me. I curled up behind her in the spoon position. I hugged her and smelt the cleanliness of her hair. She reached up and hugged my arms into her tighter. I was so comfortable that I dozed off hugging Gloria like we did this every night. I woke up a bit dazed sporting an erection that was embedded directly between Gloria's. "And that was supposed to be news to me. Cassandra had to have been a sandwich short of a picnic to do what she'd done to me."You can say that again! Have you any idea what that woman has done to my life?" I found myself retorting."I read the papers, Mr Elks ... and I've spent some time talking to John Conway. It was he who informed me where to find you." You've just made yourself very unwelcome at this table, mate; I suggest you leave whilst you're still able to walk." Hear me out please, Mr.