"So is the slip!" sheadded."Now what in heaven's name is going on here? Chuck! You had better answerme!" Rose said as she turned out of Cindy's room t...wards his. Thebooklet, a pastel pink, sat on her hardwood floor and she picked it up.She had just opened the cover when the doorbell rang."Hi! Who was that man with Cindy?" Susan, their neighbor asked."Cindy? What man? Cindy is here?" Rose said. There was a touch, a momentof panic in Rose as she called out, "Cindy!" What?" Cindy said poking her. Although I never really expected to get as personal as we did.She came into the dining room, where I sat at the table with a glass of milk. She trailed her hand along my bare shoulders and I looked up at her as she passed. Her hair was up, still messy from sleep. She wore a loose white robe, the halves open just enough that I could see she wasn't wearing anything underneath it. We exchanged good-mornings and she went into the kitchen. I found myself staring at her legs as she passed.She brought. ” Patty paused at this. Her hands withdrew from him like she was shying away from a live wire. She’d seen the way her father had looked at her when she’d come out of her room. She knew that look. The boys at school had been giving her those looks for years. Patty was holding out for a real man. She’d been fantasizing about her daddy for as long as she could remember. She used to sneak into the hall and peek through the crack in the doorway of her parents room and watch him. Around 1 in the morning his two buddies left and we figured we would stay for another drink and then share a cab home as we lived only a backyard apart.While in the cab he mentioned that he wanted to toke and asked if I wanted to join him. I told him I didn't smoke but would chill anyway before going home. We got back to his place and he told me not to worry and that him mother was out of town for vacation with his little sister for the next week. He totally baked out his entire room so much.