While we waited, I called to tell my Mom that we were adding two days to our trip. On her phone Mel called her Daddy to tell him the same thing.My cal...l was quick, but Stephen wanted to talk to me, “Hello Sir, how are things in St. Louis?”“Did you really buy my little girl clothes ... from Victoria’s Secret?”“Yes sir, I did. She hadn’t packed enough clothes, and you should see her. She is nearly as gorgeous as her mother!”I heard a large sigh, then he went on to say, “Paul, she deserves nice. ”“That’s right up there with the whole ‘stud versus slut’ dichotomy,” Jeannette groused. “If Mike bags all the girls in this group, he’s a stud. If I sleep with ONE guy, some people will call me a slut.”“One guy?” Marie smirked. “That ship sailed a LONG time ago! Repeatedly!”“Don’t be a bitch,” Jeannette laughed. “You know what I mean.”“I do; all girls do. You have sex and suddenly you’re ‘easy’ or a ‘slut’; but you break up with that guy, the next guy assumes he can have it.”“Every guy assumes. I'll got get a nurse." Andquickly, she was gone out the door. I closed my eyes and only heardfootsteps of two people entering. I was so tired.Again, I woke, except this time I was feeling quite a bit better. I sawanother face this time though, as the woman from before was asleep in achair across the room. This time, I saw a doctor. "Son, what the heck got you these injuries?"My first reaction wasn't too impressive. I coughed a bit and themorphine running through me had me grinning like an. I had taken note at how much Stephanie had grown. Now 20 years old, what was once a childhood playmate had grown into a very tight little package. Tiny waist and fair, smooth skin. Her legs were perfectly proportioned and her ass was like a product of heaven itself. She was a party girl and had not made it too far in college. She had her own place for a very short time, but had moved back in with her parents. When I stopped by on that fall afternoon I thought I would be seeing her parents, but.