I continued to monitor her. The only thing the tracker wouldn't tell me was if Clara came over to her apartment. However, I didn't think Grace would a...low that as I knew what Clara's car looked like and I might see it at her apartment. I did go over some evenings but never saw Clara's car there.Finally, one evening I received a phone call from Grace."Jim, I just wanted you to know that I've had three sessions with the psychiatrist and she would like you to come to my next session, Thursday. Her smile is wide, but I don’t see anything special about it. ‘What’s up?’ she asks. Turning my face up to the sky, I reply, ‘Um, it looks like it is going to rain again.’ ‘If it does, we’ll go in the parking lot. To one of our cars.’ Her voice is soft, but the accent I cannot place. Not Texan, is it? Perhaps. I really haven’t quite been able to tell a Texas accent yes by the many different voices. Once, two Minnesotan teachers taught at my school, and they did sound alike, but Texans are much. They move suggestively to American top 40 songs from 10 years ago. Around the neck of each toffee colored ‘dancer’ hangs an ordering number from 1 to 24, as if she is an extra value meal from McDonald’s. ‘How much for number 18?’ lustily slurs the sex-starved sailor at the end of the bar. ‘Five dolla short-time, ten dolla she love you long-time.’ The bar girl offering me another brown bottle of San Miguel beer says, ‘I don’t do that. I only work…’ her childlike hand pats the bar, ‘to go to. We got dressed and crossed the street to her house. She was not home alone, but her grandmother never worried about us when I’m there. We went into the computer room and she put on some porn and told me to stay there for a minute. I did and again I started to RUB my Clit, but this time I kept my pants. She came back in and smiled when she saw me jilling off and said it was good, I was wet. I noticed that she had a box in her hand, and she put it on the table beside the computer and pulled out.