“I’d hate to think you planned that.”“That’s what you get for sneaking up on him,” Dad laughed.“Oh, crap.” I moaned. “I’m sorry, L...cy. I thought you were my girlfriend, Katie.”“Speaking of which,” Becky said. “I think John better come with me and do a little damage control. Katie saw the kiss, and she does not look happy.” She grabbed my arm and hustled me off in the direction where she’d last seen Katie.Katie had already gone outside. Becky and I found just as she got to Becky’s car. She was. “Jesus, Brandon, are you about to search me or fuck me?” “What!? No! I, uh.. I mean I was only trying-” “Relax, relax, I’m only fucking with you. But seriously you can’t use those kinds of words with females. That’s got sexual harassment written all over it.” “Then what the fuck am I supposed to say?" I sputtered, exasperated. "I need them to bend over and spread their legs to conduct the search properly!” “I know, I know. You’re just saying it wrong. Try telling them to ‘spread their feet. Coming home at seven, I found her sitting on the couch with Junior asleep beside her, reading a romance novel. Noticing the steamy cover illustration, I told her that Mareth had several similar books in the library, and she was welcome to read anything she found.I thanked her profusely, letting her know that she needed to be here at the same time tomorrow, and watched as she walked down the street to her house.The next couple of days went by uneventfully. Other than Skye finding new ways to. He complimented her:"Oh, Raquel, I'm staring at your buttocks now and they're as succulent as thei're ever been. I wish I'd be that dress to keep stick to your soft skin."This imprudent shameless poet had got closer to her from behind by now and asked for permission to touch her ass. According to him, he said, this would be only to check and find out if her buttocks were still firm after so many years. This was quite a persuasive guy! Most probably he wanted to cop a feel, she thought. This.