Elsie, the smart cookie, thought she could have her cake and eat it too. But one Saturday, several months after she started her secret daring games, E...sie got a text message on her cell phone while she was window shopping though the largest shopping mall in her city. It was cryptic, short and confusing. It read:"Elsie Mitell, age 16, student at Sussex High School who lives with her mother, Inez and her 15 year old brother Edward in Regent Park Lane, Orleans. Cell phone # is 613-555-4573 You. When the man down the aisle turned and faced her, she knew that was indeed Mark. He had the same warm smile and kind eyes that she loved so much when they were teenagers. When he made eye contact with her, he smiled broadly and said, ‘Misty? Is that you? Oh my God, Is that really you?’ She nearly dropped her wine as he approached her. She was having mixed emotions as her heart raced. She didn’t know whether to to slap him or hold him tightly. They stood there for a second in awkward silence.. There were a few houses around it, but I don't know if they even called themselves a town. We stopped and watered the horses and mules, then something hit me, so I went to talk with Andy."Andy, I think Sam and Cassie and I are going to stop here at the ordinary for lunch. Why don't you guys go on out of town a couple of miles and stop and have lunch and wait for us?"Andy grinned and asked, "You're going to ask them a few questions, aren't you?" Yep. I figure I can ask them about the best route. "Oh, thank god she didn't have on the outfit, I thought as mom started to sway her body slowly to the music. D sat next to me and coaxed her into the routine."That's it, Ronda. Just close your eye and feel the beat. Get your hips moving. Yes, that's good. Faster now," D said as mom picked up the pace and actually started to dance.Faster and more freely, mom moved. Her body swayed from side to side as her hands began to slide sensually up her body and grabbed her breasts with both hands. Her.