Let's hope there's not too much damage." Sorry, I was too close, I'm running late."Ironically, the bumper of my clunker was barely dented, but the bac... of her car was going to need some serious work. My heart sank."Well that's not going to be cheap. I hope you're insured." She said.I wasn't, and as a university student there was no way I as going to be able to pay for the repairs."Right," she sighed. "I live just around the corner. Follow me there and we'll work something out."I pulled up. ..Her cell phone was on a chair by the bathtub, and it rang now. She frowned a bit at the interruption, and reached up to dry her hands on a towel, then took the phone. She looked at the number in the display, and smiled. A call on the 900 line had been transferred to her. Evidently, one of her "friends" was in need of her.It had been very clever of Francois to start a 900-number phone service aimed at his club's clientele. Several of the girls, including Anita, had agreed to be available for. I got hugged to school, hugs when she returned from work, hugs for getting good grades and basically got hugged for being me. Along with the hugs came kisses on the cheeks and pats on the back. The thing is: Mom's innocent. I mean the world to her and generally I am the model son. High grades at school, play various sports, clean up around the house and am the perfect gentleman. Even though mom had me when she was so young, she does come from a traditional family and has very strict moral. As he turns, he snaps, ?Eyesforward.? She quickly straightens up and looksstraight ahead. She hears him walking towards her.Nervous, she fidgets with her hair, and with the faint scent of his clean skin,she feels his presence. She is startled by the sound of theworkbook slapping onto the desk. He places one hand on the back of her chairand the other on the desk and leans down, placing his face a few inches awayfrom hers. As she turns toward him, she must lean back to avoid brushingagainst him..