There are days when she likes it, loves it actually. The attention, the willing fans, and the praises flying in from all over the globe by both men an... women that adore her. Then there are days when she regrets it. She hates the time it takes up, the way those same fans that claim their undying love demand so much out of her. Hates the way that some people perceive her. Are they real? Are they fake? Is that a weave? Are you a stripper? Are you a whore?She tries to ignores the haters but they. Oh she learned in her sex-ed class long ago just how and where babies came from, but the joys and pleasure of sex were never discussed.Since she had attended private, and very expensive all girl schools since first grade, she had little or no contact with boys her age and even the street knowledge most girls would learn was something she was not aware of. To Katie, sexual intercourse was for one purpose, and one purpose only, to make a baby, something her prude of a mother had preached to her. George acted pretty full of himself as he expounded on hisathletic prowess and great career prospects. Cindy tried hard to bepolite and keep a smile on her face to pretend interest in the boringdialogue. Well, all good things come to an end and the highlyentertaining dinner was finished with some after dinner drinks. I finallyhelped Cindy escape to the ladies room."Sorry about this Cindy," said I said as we looked into the mirror re-touching our lipstick. "I couldn't tell Adrian and Daddy to. The taxi cab driver recommended the St Clair Hotel which he said was close to Congress and was reasonable as to the room rates in comparison to other hotels. In registering at the hotel Kevin used his power to ask for the best rate and was surprised at the low rate he was given.It was already late in the day and getting dark. Kevin walked a half a block outside and across the street from the hotel to an Olive Garden restaurant. The meal he ordered was served fast and was good.Maybe he was.