“You look like a little boy who’s been caught with his hand in the cookie jar” she said through the laughter. “I wish I had a camera, so I cou...d take a picture of that look on your face”.“How…what…” I stammered, not knowing what to say. Was she guessing? Did she really know about Margaret? How much should I tell her? My mind raced through a jumble of thoughts and I could feel my panic start to rise.“Relax, my dear. I’ve known about you and Margaret for awhile. In fact, for a couple of months,. Zane felt his ear itching more even than before,and he removed the dandelion from its perch. He looked at it, andthought that it seemed larger and yellower now than it had before. Healso realized that despite his earlier problems fitting in thebeanbag chair, he was now curled up in it quite comfortably. Everything, indeed, seemed larger and brighter than it had before. Zane struggled to free himself from the chair, and stood up. He stoodup and found himself eye-level with the side of a. Within half an hour sus arrived at my flat.At first I smooched her deeply. She was looking gorgeous in her indian wear.She wore a light pink salwar kamiz. A very simple dress indeed but simplicity rocks.I took her to my room and told her that today lets have drink.She never had drunk before, so a bit reluctantly she agreed.I prepared wine for both of us. I didn’t drink much but she drank a whole glass and asked for more. I got the indication that the wine is getting over her. I gave her more. She whispers in my ear, “Thank you, Lizzy, I have wanted this since we played at the park. Can we be friends, and not let anyone know about this?”I don’t know how to reply. Then I do. “Sarah, I have to tell my Daddy about this, me being bad this way and take whatever punishment he feels I deserve. I did like it all, it was something I never experienced before, but am not sure about any of this.”Sarah kisses me gently on the lips as she straightened my clothes. “I know, and I am sorry I got.