Ayan: Mom!Mona: Hahaha. Am I right about your girlfriends?Ayan: You only know their names, MomMona: Maybe, I only know their fancy names But, nothing ...rong in guessing what my son gave them! Hahaha.Ayan: Those are not very fancy names, Mom.Mona: Yeah? You don’t think so? Hhmmm. How do you like my name, Ayan? Mona feels so ordinary.Ayan: No, Mom. Mona is such a nice name. It is the kind of name women of my generation have.Mona: Haha, Ohh. I am glad my son thinks so.Ayan: I always liked your. I’ll go home if…..”“NO!” Chad exclaimed as he slipped out of his sleeping bag and moved closer to me. “I’m not freaked out. Please don’t go.”“Ok”I heard him breathe a sigh of relief and move to the side to lean his back against the couch. I followed his movements and made the same adjustments. I slid out of the sleeping bag and sat next to him with my back against the couch and rested my head on the cushion. “I’m sorry “I continued. “If I made you uncomfortable when I was looking at. To me: For the reasons why I treat her so far as I did.... As she has no permission to speak, without my permission, only the face of Susanne tells clearly that she looks forward to a more secluded setting than the spot I chose for us two in the dunes... As for me, the haughty teen, high on her horse, immediately intrigues me. To put it plainly: I feel it in my loins, that my mind longs to see that rich brat as nude as Susanne is.Susanne listens silently to the talk between me and the teen,. To begin with Herb ( No more Mr. Brown ) had quit tutoring at home, it had always been with students from the school before. Most had been needing help to make better grades at school. Some he had been able to help, some were 'wash outs'.He could work on and even build computers while his pupils worked near by.Some of his pupils had come on to him real strong, they were wanting to trade sex for good grades.Jean said Herb had decided to stop tutoring, he knew better than to ever show any.