The scariest thing about Felicity was the fact that after the summer vacations, by the time that she returned to school, my bank (her grandfather had ...urned out to be one of the major shareholders) balance showed his appreciation for my efforts, it was totally uncalled for, and I kept thinking that here I am at thirty, and she is only thirteen, a newly minted teenager; that there is something not quite right here, my swiftly crumbling morals (I know: if she is old enough to bleed... ) But he. ‘Yup, cherries.’ His fingers are still on my chin, and then they stretch out and trace the contour of my jaw and slide into my hair. ‘This is weird, Ben,’ I say but mean something else. This isn’t weird. What’s weird is the way my heart is beating because of it. His hand falters. ‘It is?’ he asks and sounds stricken. ‘You’re Ben,’ I tell him and mean it. ‘Am I really that horrible?’ he makes a pained face and drags his fingers out of my hair. Strands catch gold in the street lamp light. ‘No,. I had simply beenplanning on surprising him with a visit, although given my clothing,it was definitely surprise with sexual possibility. I was wearing ashort red and black plaid skirt, black stockings and heels, and ablack shirt that showed off my round breasts quite nicely. The outfitwas definitely too risque for the office, but that was the wholepoint… I examined my nails, painted the same bright red as my lips,and began examining the possible ways to deviously make use of thisextra. "Kathryn stopped. "What was that?" she asked."Yes," I said, just a bit louder."I'm sorry," she said. "I didn't hear you. It couldn't have been a 'yes.' You just got done saying how you could never, ever, on a stack of bibles say 'yes'." Yes!" Yes, what?" Yes ... please," I said, defeated. "Yes, please." Yes please, what?" Kathryn prompted, twisting the knife."Yes, please," I blushed, "I would like to do your laundry. Yes ... yes ... please, may I do your laundry ... every Monday." Very good, my.