The positive response, along with “Do drop in” arrived almost immediately.About two hours later, I was ringing the door bell, dreading what Mrs. B...own might say. I had never actually met her, I’d spoken to her on the phone a couple of times, and she often waved from the door as I left Jenny home, but I had never spoken to her face to face. The door opened, Mrs. Brown smiled and said she was looking after her plants in the back, and that I should come in and we could talk.Politely I said “Hi,. So, enough about me. Are you dating anyone? Do you have a boyfriend?” “No. I dated this one boy at school, but he embarrassed me in front of my friends. He took my cherry, but he told everyone I didn’t know anything about sex. They laughed at me.” The smile vanished from his face. “That was a terrible thing for him to do, Clitecka. Very unkind. I’m sure you’ll find someone to teach you… about sex. Someone who is kind and understanding. You just have to be patient, sweetheart.” “I think YOU are. There really wasn't anything wrong with that, as long as he didn't act on it.She rose to her feet, and Allison reached for a towel. Instead of handing it to her, though, she placed it over Lissa's shoulders and began to rub her dry. Again, if Lissa had been a child, Greg wouldn't have thought anything of the gesture. But with her almost nineteen, there was something vaguely sexual about it. Probably just his own imagination again, he decided.There was a little more to it this time though.. I could handle hanging out at Venice Beach with Mel and Hailey for a few days. I feel so at home with those people it's hilarious. Sometimes my friend Sandy comes down and sits with me when I hang out.I offered to pay Melinda more than my usual minimum wage rate because I know her, she's a "family friend", and I have no doubt in my mind that she will increase sales by 20% to 30% just because she's flirty and beautiful. I don't even need to suggest to her that she wear some "skimpy".