Alfred was right. The exertions and banter cheered me up sufficiently to face my task more optimistically.I took my leave from Elise after packing my ...recious bottles and arrived at the chalet well within the agreed time. Karla opened the door before I had a chance to ring the bell. It was obvious that things had taken a drastic turn for the worse. She moved like an old woman, in shuffles and tiny jerks. Holding on to the bannister next to the few steps, she flinched when I put my hand on her. Are you ready to listen?” She nodded her head. “I guess so” she smiled, languishing in the afterglow of her climax. “OK”, I began “first, most guys are after one thing. They want to fuck you, whether they like you or not. You’re a pretty girl with a nice body, so you’re going to attract a lot of them and need to be able to weed them out a little”. “You really think I'm pretty?” she asked. “Of course, dear. Now listen” I replied. We discussed some behaviors that she could observe to help her. At some point, she looked at Mom with a look like the one a kid gets when caught smoking by her parents. A look that briefly rivaled the one Jill had been displaying all afternoon was directed back at my girlfriend.I could see the red climb up her face like the mercury in a cartoon thermometer. It stopped short of blowing the top of her head off and spurting out, though. She gave me a look that said I was rude, disgusting, a pervert, gross, a tattletale and a hundred other things all at the. Do I still call you Holly? Or do Icall you Eric? Or what? Anyway, I'm still here andI'm still listening, but I gotta tell you, this isgetting more and more far fetched as you go. I mean,c'mon! This is a really good STORY you're telling,but there's no way it can be true."Holly sighed and got a resigned look on her face."I can see," she said, "that you're going to needabsolute proof of this, aren't you? I guess I can'tblame you. I was the same way when I first heardthis, but I thought I had.