"I met Lane. Negotiated. Didn't back down. He was funny. A couple years older than Sherry. Not bad looking at all. And he talked to me like I was not ...only an adult, but one who was smart enough to clean a house without having everything pointed out to me.We settled on me coming in after school every day, doing what needed to be done, leaving when he got home."Sherry, tell me the truth. What's your relationship with Lane?" I asked her."Kinda nosy, ain't you?" she said. But she smiled when she. "I'm pretending not to see you either."Susan stood back up and said more seriously, "In any case, we should have a group talk on how we can help you seduce her, but later. First, we'll eat breakfast. And regardless of what we decide in the group talk, it won't hurt to make this house more presentable. Why don't we move the bed to the upstairs guest room, or to the basement, or something? And, I dunno, disguise the dancing pole somehow?"Alan put his hands down and grunted. "Huh. That might not. "Damn him, this makesme so mad," I thought to myself. As we walked to the room, I wonderedif John would finally call it off at the last minute. "Well, here weare," I said to no one in particular."Come on Vicky," said Dave to John as he pulled him into the room,"show me which one of these beds is yours." Jeeze Dave, did you forget why we are here?" I asked. "Vicky knowsthat you know, and now you know that Vicky knows, so slow down a bitand let her get her thoughts together." I was thinking I'd. .. sorry, I was sort of dreaming out here." She grinned at me. "Dreaming you say... you know what, you can make it up to me." "Why don't you come to my place tonight to help me move some of the stuff my husband left when we divorced." Before I could answer she grabbed a Pen and wrote down her address. "Here you are boy, and please wear those jeans you just bought. Be there at 7pm." She then put the jeans in a bag and without paying, I left the store. Back at home I thought for a moment that it.