“Charlene is new and hasn’t been trained yet.”She then looked at me and said, “I will answer your question, but in the future you will not spe...k– to me or anyone else– unless I have given you permission to speak. Is that understood?”“Y... yes...” I sputtered back. The five girls again looked at me with wide eyes. One of them was signaling by rolling her hands that I should move along... or maybe add something to what I said.“You may speak, Bobbie,” Teen said softly, but firmly. The girl closest. Then yesterday she’d made a date to meet me secretly after school!When she’d picked me up in her car I was so excited. I could see she was too; her nipples bursting thru her prim sweater. Her hand caressed my thigh before we pulled away and we’d driven out to a scenic spot and parked up.It wasn’t long before we were necking and kissing; then she had her fingers up my school skirt twanging my clitoris like a banjo. But that’s the last thing I remember.Letting go of the dog, I muttered, “How did. “I keep my drawers in a panty drawer,” She sighed enigmatically. “English is so complicated.” “Well, not really,” I replied, without giving it too much thought. Of course English was easy to me. I was brought up speaking English, learning English vocabulary and grammar at school, and speaking English throughout my adult life. I didn’t speak any Hungarian, so who was I to say that English isn’t complicated? For all I knew, Hungarian could have been much more complicated. “You are complicated,”. I hate you, and yet l still love you, too... I love you too much to tell you about your boss Ralph Taylor, and about Steve Samuels, and about that dog... She said only, "What is it, Howie? What news do you have?" Well, hang onto the telephone," said Howard enthusiastically, his words jumbling together in his excitement. "I met a man here in Monterey, at this meeting I attended. His name is Charley Dawes, and he owns a large auto dealership up in San Francisco. Well, we got to talking and then.