He appeared to be in his late forties or early fifties. ‘Thank you for the introduction, Caroline,’ said Quincy. ‘Say, your hair color is really... pretty. But why is it so short?’ Caroline’s face took on a distressed expression. ‘The hair dresser messed up when she was doing my hair, Quincy,’ she said. ‘She had to cut most of it off to make it look right.’ ‘Wow, that’s too bad,’ said Quincy, his voice deadpan. ‘I bet you wish you could get it fixed.’ The redhead nodded mournfully. ‘I do, Quincy!’. When Charles hugged me, his hand lingered on my ass, as he pressed my chest against his, until I was sure he could feel my nipples harden and I know I felt a bulge against my belly. The two of them really lit a disturbing fire in my honeypot.The next afternoon, Charles was watching TV, in a small den in the basement, so I decided to see if he would like some cookies and milk. He was the one person in the world that I would think to make such an offer to, because he never ever took me for. " The tense feeling in his stomach had been replaced by a sort of buoyancy. "I don't know the restaurants in this town, except the Peking Garden, and I'd really rather not do a Chinese buffet tonight." Oh, I'm with you on that one," Claire chuckled. "How about seafood? Do you like seafood?" I'm from Maine," he replied. "Of course I do. Are there any decent seafood restaurants in this town?" Let's see. I'm assuming you're talking fresh seafood, which rules out Red Lobster and Captain D's." She. " "What did you think of that?" Paula asked with a snicker on her paintedface."I wasn't expecting it to shake us up so much," her mother replied."Sharks are out there!" a feminine voice of a red headed woman in a bluebusiness suit said from a television screen. Getting their attention, theypassed a playground set up for the new John Goodman movie and headedfor the Jaws attraction. A television screen divided in two was showing aman in a shirt and tie telling people that there was no shark.