I'm okay with it. It's not like it's phone sex or anything," she said, the humour unexpectedly returning."I don't think I'd know how to do that anyway...." It isn't that hard," she giggled.I caught the double entendre. "Speak for yourself." Men!" she replied with what I took to be mock disgust."Guilty."Thereafter followed another protracted silence until I once again decided to break it."So, beside DIY books, what else is in your library?" I don't have a library. I live just three blocks from the. Pammy composed herself, adujusting her black skirt and white button up top to ensure she was well presented and headed off down the hall. She reached the door and gave it a strong tap.“Come in” a voice bekoned.Pammy opened the door and entered the office. She was greeted by a man sitting behind a desk. “Hi there, I guess you are Pam?” the man enquired.“That’s right, although most people call me Pammy, and you are John?” Pammy said countered.“That’s right, pleased to meet you Pammy. Please take. She explained what happened and told me Greg enjoyed himself and wasn't interested in her, which proved what Amanda had told me.We went out and had lunch and looked around. Then we went back to the hotel for a quick drink before deciding what to do in the evening."Oh no," Pat said, and she looked agitated.I looked around, and Amanda was walking in our direction. She asked if she could join us and sat down."I have come to apologize," Amanda said.Pat was confused and asked what Amanda had to. But my dog had other ideas. He started barking and the boy's eyes shot open, he saw me and then he frantically tried to push Cara away. Cara looked around, saw me and her face paled. I turned and walked away and then I heard a car door slam, an engine start up and then footsteps running after me. I turned and saw the car make a u-turn and disappear down the street and Cara running after me while trying to button her blouse."You going to tell my parents?" I just looked at her and she said,.