" she began, startled to note that his finger was still touching her warm crotch. His hand dropped when she made the sound, and he looked up at her in...ocently, with a smile that was almost sweet, ingenuous even. And Gwen didn't know what to say. He was young enough to be her own son, and if she flared out at him in anger for daring to feel her up, she might stunt his sexual development irremediably.Besides, she thought, what should she have expected? He was young, obviously he had sexual. Or was he imagining it? The way she had said, “And she couldn’t do a thing about it.” The way her eyes had flickered for an instant knowingly. Later, while Larry was in the john and Laura was doing something in the kitchen, he’d brought it up again. “Where did you say that woman lived? The one that was raped!” “Right up here on Seventy-Seventh Street,” she said. “Near Central Park West, for God’s sake.” He. Myprevious visits had been greeted by a skinny, longhairedyouth sitting behind the candy counter selling ticketsand feeding videocassettes into the player. (The theaterhad abandoned real movies in favor of big screen videolong before I discovered it.) The youth had been replacedby a woman.I suppose it would add to the story if I told you thatshe was barely eighteen, with long blond hair and aknockout figure. Sorry about that – I have to be honest.She was about forty, very average looking,. The auction was over at eleven and Steve went into the ballroom and up to the silent auction table. He could see that there were a number of bids for the date with him. The final bid of the three times she bid was the highest bid of thirty five hundred dollars which surprised him. What was more surprising was that the high bidder was Doctor Veronica Begley, a date from hell thought Steve.Before Steve could leave Veronica came up to him and put a business card in his shirt pocket and in an.