“How old are you? If you look younger than you actually are then you’re probably an old pervert for asking out a woman that you mistook for a teen...ger.”“Thirty-one. Close to thirty-two, though.”“God, you pedophile.”He laughed.“I didn’t actually mistake you for a teenager. I just thought you looked young.”“You’re a predator.”“And yet you agreed to go out with me.”“I’m starting to wonder why I did.”“Because I let you be mean to me.”“I’m mean to everyone.”“You know, I can read most people, but I. She watched the way her breasts undulated with each upward movement of her arms, and the way the muscles of her stomach rippled. She was an exciting woman! She was pleased with her body and with her marriage. Ray was so wonderful, and it was all working out so well with Billy.She frowned suddenly as she thought of her thirteen year old son. Yes, for the most part, he was obviously happy, but there were times when she couldn't fathom what was going on in his mind. At breakfast this morning, for. " This time the smile was a little firmer. "It did help, you know." What did?" Finding out that you and Marcus aren't really working out that well." What ... but ... why?" Hope muttered, fumbling with her words as she tried to decide exactly what question it was that she wanted to ask. "Why would that make you feel better?" Because maybe I really can help you." I don't need the help." Shawna gets Marcus when he's sexy, and you get to see Marcus when he's sexy? That sounds like a problem." It's. We have to make a stopbefore dinner she said and we left the salon and headed down 2nd ave.She led me into a hair salon next and talked to the receptionist andthen the stylist, occasionally glancing at me. Gail gave me a card."This is my address, you will meet me there at 5:30 that gives you anhour and a half. Give me your hotel key so I know you will show up. Istarted to balk but she grabbed my bag and said that a sissy doesn'tmake decisions, just obey. She left me in the salon and the stylist.