Once again, I pull her into my arms and kiss those luscious lips of hers. She smacks my ass as we head up to the door. That’s when I notice someone ...else's car in the driveway. Walking inside, I see none other than Miss Crandell with my mom. They seem to be having a good time. Standing awfully close together in the kitchen. I can smell something baking in the oven. It smells like mom’s famous casserole. One she rarely ever bakes. As soon as they see us coming in, they straighten up. “Hey,. 1) Arthur said, "I like brunettes, yeah a lesbian brunette, you know they won't get involved with the customers." 2) Danny added, "Nah, lesbians are too much trouble. You gotta give the marks a little show, when they see a girl walking down the street with long shapely legs they all slow down to take a look."3) "Large tits." Brian disagreed, "Guys want bitches with large tits, you get one with red hair and you can make a fortune."4) "Whoa.. Just don't get a blond. They're nice to look at. I'll help your mother with the dishes." There's no need, Paul," Mary objected."I want to."We washed and dried in easy silence. Somehow we didn't need to say much to communicate. The girls came clattering down the stairs.Mary laid a hand on my arm. "Go easy on them."The obvious retort died on my lips. "Trust me." I covered her hand in mine.Into the kitchen came two visions. Isobel was wearing a short, pleated skirt and a skinny-rib tank top while Heather had gone for a pair of tight terry shorts. It was raining hard now with the sound of the storm thundering on the roof of the car along with the swooshing sound of my wipers flicking back and forth. The sooner I was in that underground car park the better I mused as I suddenly glanced to my right as something caught my attention.It was then I saw her.Not so much her as the bright white stick she was holding out in front of her. She had stopped and was tap tapping the space in front of her. She was completely hidden under a raincoat that.