A good tennis player and a handsome and funny young man, serious about his education and his career in the Navy, he hardly noticed Valerie despite the...fact that she fell all over him, couldn’t take her eyes off him, and tried to corner him every chance she got. He was nice to her, which made it worse, and danced with her at the country club, which made her wet between the legs.So during the second semester of her junior year, Valerie was a different girl. She hardly recognized it, but she was. The black sheep farmer and book reviewer for ‘Small Farmers’ Monthly Magazine’, had mistakenly read the book thinking it was Austen-Frewin’s first descent into porn literature, only to find the heroine in ‘Legs Wide Open’ was a fictitious hurdler destined to bring glory to her village by winning a Gold Medal for England at the Olympics. There were a couple of quite good sex scenes but they did not remotely approach the lustiness of hot porn. However the story was well crafted and kept his. .. what comes next?” she asked nervously.“The first element of this must be finding a place of privacy. I still live in my grandparents’ home. Mostly because I can help them around the house, and also because I’m worried if I leave them alone. I wonder how they would handle that. John’s gone, of course, and won’t be back other than to visit. Sooner or later, I’ll be gone. I guess I have to face up to the fact that I’m overprotective of them.“Anyway, that’s not what’s important. They will be. She dressed quickly and sat quietly waiting, her thoughts untroubled by any worries about the morality of her actions. Molly knew that Sister Lucia would take care of that aspect for her, later.When he arrived, the visitor proved to be a short stout man of late middle age. He seemed very much at home in this room, though a little surprised to see Molly there."Hullo," he said, "What's your name?" Molly, sir," she said.She knew better than to ask his."Where's..." he started to ask, and then.