That doesn't worry me, because I'll just red card the Target Girls and they won't bother me again, but it's going to hugely piss the rest of you off i...f one of you screws everything up by acting like an immature, little sex-crazed idiot. Do you think you can ACT like you're NOT 'immature little sex-crazed idiots'? Because if you can't, you might as well go home now rather than ruining it for all the other guys."Each of them VERY sincerely insisted that there was no need for him to go home now;. I used my little mirror, a folding compact I kept in the box with all my other bath stuff, looking around my 5'4" frame carefully. I frowned a little at the weight I'd lost. I used to weigh a hundred and thirty, as I recalled, and I'd thought I was fat. Now I was maybe 105 and my ribs showed beneath my pale skin, my hip bones too, if I tilted them just so. I had a tan face and arms and neck, down to the tops of my breasts, but that was it. The rest of me looked like a ghost.Not really wondering. Using all her charmsof persuasion Selfish Sally's Mother finally agreed on condition thatTricia would take on the task and a suitable financial arrangement couldbe worked out.Perhaps the distance between them had made Selfish Sally's mother forgethow manipulative Sally could be when it came to getting her own way. Maybeher memory had faded slightly on how the two girls had behaved whenyounger with Tricia's looks managing to lead one to think she was theperfect little Angel when in fact it was. Anticipating. Waiting to be sure, to feel him. The door seems like it’s moving already, shifting itself open. My heart is pounding. We met so quickly this afternoon, was it too much too soon? Is he just another Jack of spades, ready to make a run with the next Queen of hearts and shuffle off? I turn to leave, feeling the old pattern return and take over. Leave and forget it says. If it’s too good to be true it probably is. My feet begin to move. but my heart stays. If it opens, it’s opening all.