”“Okay, Penn. And the bed ready for nine?” he asked cheekily.“If we can wait that long,” I said as sexily as I could. “And if you’re up ...for it by then.”“I’ll be up for it, don’t worry,” he laughed.“You’d better be. My standards are getting higher all the time.”“You are such a slut, Penny Barker!” he growled. “And I love you for it. Goodnight!”“I love you too,” I replied as I pressed the red button on the handset.*I lay in the bath for a while, feeling the warm water soaking the sticky residues. I had to agree that the dress did fit a lotbetter with the bra stuffed a bit. Mother had me walking around for a while and then realized we didn't getappropriate shoes for this outfit. We'd have to get those at anothertime, she said. She was talking to herself about what kind of shoes shethought Minnie Mouse wore. I can't for the life of me ever rememberseeing a picture of Minnie's shoes. Mother said she was almost positivethey were black high heels. I was hoping she was mistaken as I. ”I motioned for the waitresses to step outside the room with us and before I could say anything, Bonnie started telling them what she wanted. “Rick and I each want to pay half of the tab and you can add twenty percent tip if you’ll promise to never tell who paid this. Remember, we will be back and we’ll do this again if you keep this to yourselves and do it our way.”Of course they agreed and when they left to ring up the tab, Bonnie pulled me close to whisper. “You need to talk to your two. Veronica’s?” “Yeah, a lot of younger guys, freshmen and sophomores.” “Listen—while I’m there, no beer. I mean it. No beer. You can have it out in the car or whatever, but not while I’m in the house. No joke.” “Oh—all right. I guess we can do that.” “Underage drinking?” asked Monica. “You have a problem with that?” “Well, it’s illegal for one thing. I’m 18. I’m a legal adult, so I can dance. But I can’t drink and neither can you.” “Okay, I’ll tell the guys. Tim’s going to be out of town December.