You’re just jealous. Just as I am jealous of your figure. That dress is indecent. I can see you aren’t wearing a bra or knickers. If you weren’t...blonde your bush would be obvious. As it is I can see it if I look carefully. I’m sure Greg will.’ ‘I hope so. I haven’t forgotten that he mistook me for a boy.’ ‘He hadn’t got his glasses on. Surely you don’t hold a grudge for that?’ ‘I intend to prove I’m not a boy, June.’ ‘You’ve convinced me. Waving your bush and nipples about should convince Greg.. " You're going to drive?" She interrupted me."I'm sixteen, Mom. I want to learn to drive, but I can't get my driver's permit under one name and..." Have someone bring the papers. I'll sign," she said.She was crying again when we ended the call. I went upstairs and lay down on my bed. Suzanne called for me to come to lunch and I said I wasn't hungry. Damn it, I thought. I forgot to ask my mother if she gave my letter to Becky.It had been prearranged that Peter, Josh and I would go together to. ‘And I said yes,’ she added before her father could say another word. ‘Does he make you happy?’ Peter asked, sitting back in his chair. ‘Insanely happy,’ Ayla answered and a small smile flitted across her face as thoughts of Shane raced through her mind. ‘Then that is all that matters,’ Peter declared. Ayla’s smile widened and she gave a sigh of relief as her father stood up, walked around the desk and gave his daughter a hug. ‘Why the sigh?’ Peter asked. ‘I was afraid you would be against my. Carmen took a sharp breath in, trying to take in as much of the sweet smell as she possibly could. She shifted to lie flat on her back again. The scent triggered more memories from last night and Carmen closed her eyes as if she was watching a movie. First, Alyssa’s smile and laugh came into focus. Then her soft and supple lips. Carmen imagined kissing her. She imagined Alyssa’s tongue slowly moving down Carmen’s belly while staring up into her eyes... Carmen jumped when she heard her phone.