"Okay, okay, so who is it?" You'll do it then?" she asked. Claire was really into getting commitment before she gave out all the information. She'd pr...obably grow up to sell insurance or something."I might ... depending on who it is." I insisted.She looked exasperated. The Sheriff wasn't used to people questioning her authority."What if it was one of the girls in the posse?" she asked.I tried to look surprised. "Well, most of them are kind of cute I guess it would depend on which one." I had to. "Who were you fantasizing about?"I remain silent for the moment. "I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours."She nods says nothing and thinks for a moment then changes the subject. "So do you want to go to the mall?"That's the last place I want to be seen with her. That would make us friends or something. I try to smile as I say. "No, I'm fine staying here." "That's fine with me. Mom was sure you'd drag me to the mall, but that's the last place I want to be."Margaret's face lights up. "It's. The waitress was visiblynervous and tried to hide her chest with her note pad, unsuccessfully.After telling her what she wanted for supper, Chris said, “I wouldlike you to be my dessert.” Even that statement surprised me. Thewaitress froze. “Would you like to meet us” – I noticed the “us” part– “…later? My friend could watch as I lick every inch of yourbody.” The waitress looked at me for confirmation, but I justsmiled. I called a nearby motel and arranged a room for her until we could get one of my apartments furnished for her.We had a tearful reunion, with Mrs. Porter astounded that Jean and I had become a couple instantly. She could not understand our relationship but was overjoyed with it, nevertheless. I told her about my several failed romances and how easily and smoothly Jean and I had become lovers. She said that she was just so happy that Jean had found what she had wanted and looked for the last 8.