Despite her initial resolution she hadn’t been able to go through with it—stripping off for the guard. He had sat down and looked at her all expec...antly but she’d stopped halfway through un-buttoning her blouse. ‘I can’t.’ No sooner had she said it than she found the blouse in her hand with her standing there in trousers and her white bra but with the guard still seated as if he hadn’t moved an inch. ‘Nice. What next?’ He had nodded encouragingly. ‘I can’t believe you just did that,’ she’d. The car was parked twenty or so yards away and he walked back to the salon.He stood outside looking at a few notices in the window and checking out the interior. He didn’t recognize her straight away and he didn’t want to leave a message, in case she wasn’t there.“Hello! I didn’t expect you to come,” the young girl’s surprised voice exclaimed. George saw her reflection in the plate glass window first.“So you’re Samantha, or is it Sam?”“Samantha Amber O’Toole; a bit of a mouthful, but you can. How did I become such a depraved pervert? Oh my dear god... what am I going to do?It was early Saturday afternoon, and Emmie had called me and said she was coming home in about an hour. She was riding with her friends -- Thomas and Theresa, the children of reverend Peabody. I have concerns that somehow, they are a part of some kind of conspiracy with Emmie. I suspect they know that Emmie has had sex with me. God, I hope not! If they tell their father, my reputation in this town would be. “Yeah,” Carly replied awkwardly. She didn’t know how to bring it up. Aaron looked at her. He could see that she wanted to tell or ask him something very important. He felt the only way to possibly ease her situation would be to make it not seem insignificant. He thought of the worst thing he could think of.“You know, I had a dream I think while I was out, that I heard that you were pregnant,” he said waiting to hear her laugh at the nonsense. Carly froze solid. She didn’t know what to make of.