”“So, how is she?” I asked once we were all seated.“It’s hard to tell, really. But she doesn’t seem to be doing too good. She doesn’t le...ve the house except to go to school. As far as I can tell, she hasn’t made any friends. Things also seem tense with her grandparents.”“How so?” I asked.“The three don’t go out often, but they have a few times and all of those trips have been totally silent unless something specific needed to be done. Even in those cases, the conversation was kept to as minimal. I’ll be right up.”I saved my work and headed to reception. As usual, Theo and I walked down the street to the coffee shop.“We need your help,” he said.I chuckled, “I didn’t think this was just a social call. What’s up?”“We need you to scrub some data from a computer. Not all of it, just anything that might link us to any of the trucking firms or people who might be indicted by the government.”“I can do that. I actually have a program which can wipe individual files or the entire drive, as well. I brushed it gently as her silken locks ran over thebrush. I pushed my face closer to touch and take in her perfume. Sherubbed against me seeing me in the mirror."Slow baby, slow there is no rush we have all night." She saidtrying to calm me down. I wanted to take her right there over the sinkbut I backed up and continued to brush her hair. She thanked me andasked me to go sit on the bed. I sat down and she put in a movie for meto watch as she finished dressing with the French doors closed. I. Atfirst, I was a bit uncomfortable there because it was so feminine, butafter Barbara teased me into admitting I liked pink, I relaxed and justenjoyed it.Even our taste in clothes was much the same. Most days for our classeswe both wore tee shirts and jeans, she with satin panties under hersand no bra, and me with cotton briefs under mine. We both wore mostlywhite socks and sneakers. Our feet were the same size too.After a few weeks, we were wearing each other's shirts, jeans, socksand shoes as.