(SteveZ) Mine was okay, but it disappointed me that so few really good questions couldn't be asked.(Mindy) Taking Steve Z's point...(Anne-Mal) Yes Mom...(Mindy) How or what makes a good chat, the author being prepared? The audience being prepared? Or does it just flow?(Anne-Mal) I have a questionnaire and chat guide that I send out to interested authors, but no real preparation.Friends getting together to chat, that is all.I feel that the chats are performance art, the less prepared the. When I had picked her up that morning, and on the two hour drive to the museum, her silk blouse had been buttoned to the neck. When I looked down at her, during our discussion about the giant creature standing in front of us, the top two buttons were gone and I could see a hint of her soft curves.She grinned at me; her blue eyes filled with innocence that I knew better than to trust, but I wasn't sure what to do. All the talks I had had with Dad about the birds and the bees hadn't covered this.. Chloe stammered, "I don't knowwhat that means.... I can assure I am all girl," as she did a twirlaround showing Renee her quite female figure. "Oh you can drop that actright now, it's been quite annoying," Renee replied with a huff. "Notsure what you mean, Renee...." Chloe muttered back with unease, beforeresuming, "Listen, you, if you're not careful, I can let it slip and....goodbye you socially speaking" and with a crackling laugh. She thenturned to Chloe's purse and stated rather casually. It was firm and flat - like one might expect of a 12 year old girl. I continued my way up the front of her torso, and soon discovered she began growing breasts. They were fairly tiny, as she had just begun to sprout. As I recall, they were about the site of acorns. Remember, though, I was 12 and had never even seen pictures of breasts - let alone touch any.As soon as I touched her breasts, rolling them between my thumbs and first fingers, she reached down to the front of my pants. Even though.