Her hair, dark and lustrous, hung down to the middle of her back and her eyes, her most striking feature, were an emerald green.I think I knew she was... all grown up by the kiss she gave me to welcome me to her town. Tongue. A very tasty, very active tongue. Thank god I had a rail between me and the crowd, I would have been even more embarrassed!Paolo did that European thing and kissed me on both cheeks, something that still, to this day, makes me feel ill. I pretended to be unaffected, as much. Now I was getting depressed again, not only from losing the talks with my big brother, but also worrying about what would happen at school.I decided that maybe I should try to make at least one friend and at the same time make amends for my past indifferences as well. I asked my parents if I could visit Marjorie Wise.At first they thought I had gone insane, but I managed to convince them that I needed to do this, so Mom called her parents and asked if it was okay for me to go over and see. By the time the music stopped we were still making out on the dance floor and although everyone was moving toward the exit doors, we stayed put. Reluctantly, I broke the kiss. “I think the club is closing down,” I whispered to him. “It doesn’t matter,” He said almost way too quickly, “Doesn’t mean we have to go anywhere right now." He gave me a devilish grin, "I own this club girl." I took a step back and looked at him in shock. “For real?” I asked. Just my luck! I thought to myself. And then. I spend the next ten minutes of my work day mulling over the possibilities. *********** This is it. I’ve waited an entire week for this moment. Over the weekend, I took a trip to both the beauty salon and shoe store, swapping my bush for a neat Brazilian landing strip, and worn out flats for some sexy black stilettos. Rushing home from work last week, I went directly onto Love Honey, pushing my bravery limit and ordered a daring red bra, g-string and suspender set, spending a little more than I.