My coworkers were commenting on what agood mood I was in. I was. I was also confused.The ad campaign finished, and another day behind me, I headed d...rectly tomy sisters house. I knew she would want the details and I knew I had totalk this through.I rang the doorbell and was greeted by Leslie who simply chuckled. As Iwent in Leslie shouted past me, "Lisa! Your sister is here!" Thelaughter grew louder both shaming me and angering me simultaneously."Don't mind her," Lisa yelled from the. I told her about my law practice and the reason that I held my office hours in the café’s dining room. I think she must have wondered why we were at the Warehouse instead of the café. She told me about being a widow, her husband having been killed in a car accident after returning from Afghanistan two years earlier. It had taken this long for her to decide to date again and I happened to be in the right place at the right time. As I walked her back to her apartment, she gave me a kiss on the. Hanna burst through the door with obvious excitement. "Do you know my friend Janet?" Is she the one with the long, stringy blond hair?" Yes." Hanna moved closer to her brother. "She wants to know if you will teach her how." Teach her what?" Teach her how to have sex, like just like somebody taught you." Are you crazy? How old is she? Is she even developed yet?" She's fourteen, and yes I think so. I don't know for sure, because I have never seen her undressed." How do you know she wants to do. For starters, she ditched her glasses and I can see her bright brown eyes for once. Her solid black hair is out and curly and draping over bare milk-chocolate-colored shoulders. Her impressive rack is encased in a top that laces up like a corset that pushes them up but covers all that enticing cleavage with sleeves from just off her shoulders to her wrists. Her skintight pants look painted on with no VPL, but severe camel toe. Then I see the boots – thigh-high, lace-up, thick high heels..