So Sara walked barefoot out to the small kitchen and grabbed her backpack off the table and slunk back to her room. She climbed into her bed and pulle... out her homework. There was no telling when her Mom would be home, or even if she would come home that night. Since the divorce she had become more promiscuous, and went out partying more than her 19 year old daughter ever dreamed to. And so she sat up in her bed staring at an open book, reading and filling out papers and taking notes.. Just relax, and let things work themselves out. Trust me, I know Shannon. She has a vision in her head of how she wants things to go, and if you let her, she will guide you right down the path to where she wants you to be. If things are going to fast, then just stop for a second and let it catch up. I'm sure there will be plenty of opportunity to just stop and enjoy the scenery before moving on. And remember, she is just as nervous as you are."I must have been holding my breath, because. Be sure to wait for me, wont you. , she grinned at me, knowing Id wait forever. I turned to watch her go. She really did look sexy in the dress. It was bright red, very short and daringly low cut at the front. Wearing matching stiletto heels, her full breasts and shapely ass stuck out in all the right ways. All the men at the party last night were drinking her in with their eyes, and I knew she was enjoying the attention. I wondered if she was lying about not noticing the way the waiter was. Tell me." I leaned forward slightly."Er, 'tell you, ' Mother Jackson?" Ralph asked."Of course, dear," I replied kindly. "You don't have to be shy with me. It's very normal for a young couple, especially this long after the honeymoon. I wanted to be the first to know." 'Know, ' uh... what?" Ralph asked, glancing over at Sherry who must have guessed, as she was biting her lip and clasping and unclasping her hands."I mean have you knocked my daughter up yet, Ralph!" I replied, unable to restrain.