I guess that if it weren’t for my Dad, I’d have no one, and that scares the sh . . . I mean, the crap out of me sometimes” Patty explained. Mich...elle kissed her Dad’s lips, then both girls quickly ran up to Michelle’s bedroom, slamming the door on their way in, then jumping onto Michelle’s big double bed.They talked about everything that teenage girls always talk about. Boys. What shows they watched on TV. Boys. Who was going with who. More boys. The range of subjects seemed endless. Michelle. We both knew there was some sexual attraction there though, it was just too much trouble to go through with it, and since I had decided how I was going to live my life as a sexual plaything for others it made it all the more difficult to commit to anything I might have to break off suddenly if someone from Club Gomorrah got in contact with me. Plus it had been a while science we saw each other and I was mindful that she might ask me out now that I was free. So I was fighting the old me and the. She decided on a sporty yellow Renault Clio with all the extras and Lorraine went to the bank to get a banker’s cheque. The car would take one week before it was ready and we made arrangements to pick it up the next Saturday at two pm. As the next weekend drew near Chrissy began to get excited about her new car, she was very sweet and I could not help but smile at her new enthusiasm, she was already planning her trips out with friends. On Tuesday she had had a job interview at a facilities. I stood by her checkout lane as we talked. I had pretty much decided that I was going to ask her to have coffee with me for real. And nothing that I read in her behavior made me think that wasn't a good idea. I invited her to go with me when she was off work. She seemed slightly hesitant, but I pushed through it and uncovered the issue."Don't feel like you have to, Bridget," I said. "It was just a suggestion." Oh, Lauren!" she replied. "Don't get the wrong idea. I'd love to go. It's just that.