She went to the Refrigerator again, bent over, but her“instincts” were again moving her body even though hermind was saying no. She faint...y “wiggled” her ass,picked up another can of coke to give to the young man.She leant over to give it to him, letting him have aglimpse down the front of her dress, to see her bra.She knew this was silly – he’d be driving her there ina minute or two, there were much more important thingsto worry about. She was also aware it. She waved her hand behind her and things got really quiet. The Hippy-Dippy just got bored by us and returned to reading her book. The oldcrone stared at me hard and I cold hear her breathing get slow anddeliberate. Her eyes narrowed and I just looked at her hard right back.No old loon was going to best me in a staring contest."You don't very highly of women, do you?" she said.I felt arrogant. "Nope," I responded.She waved her hand again, right in front of my face."Have you ever beaten a. .. like the girl in this particular port when Eddie starts touring,” he said.“That might work for both of them,” said Cheryl. “Occasional friends and fuck buddies.”“But there’ll probably be groupies.”“Even better,” Cheryl chuckled. “Mary likes to watch.”The buzzer sounded and Moe let Ken in. A handsome young man, impeccably styled, from his short, dark hair in a slight pompadour, to his light gray summer suit and deep blue v neck cotton shirt that set off his eyes, and even his burgundy dyed. ” then kept talking as if nothing happened. She rejected my sexual advances. She didn’t reject me.She was willing to allow me to express my feelings and accept them for what they were as long they were within boundaries. In my world prior to her there was no place for feelings because they would cloud your thinking and get you hurt. In my entire life up to meeting her there were only two people I trusted absolutely not to hurt me. My Grandmother and my sister. I include my mother in that list..