She was only 5’2 with a slim waist and long black hair that almost reached her butt. She turned to her side to admire her profile. Her father was It...alian, but she more resembled her Filipino mother. Sophia knew just how pretty she was. She couldn’t walk down the street without getting cat calls from men of all ages. Every time her dad’s friends visited for poker night, she felt their lustful glances linger over her body. I’m way too hot for that loser Jason, she thought. She grabbed her phone. "And I hung up. I don't know if she was going to say 'Love ya' like she always finished phone calls. Probably. I didn't want to hear that particular lie, just then.On Sunday, Mom and I went to church and then we took Bear for a long romp in the park. I, myself, didn't 'romp' like in the old days, but I let him wander around off leash. The lack of the service handle let him know that he wasn't 'working' and he had a wonderful time. He must have chased a hundred squirrels and just from watching. ”“So you’re saying that our plan to keep you two apart succeeded,” his mother said with a grin.“Only too well,” Sean replied.“So what kind of things did you talk about?”“Our meddling mothers.”“Ah, that is always a good topic of conversation. I’m sure that you had great things to say about us,” she said.“I’m not sure you would appreciate the phrases in which the word great was applied,” Sean said with a smile.“I’m wounded to the core,” she said theatrically holding her hands over her heart.“I’m. ”“I probably learned more last night than I learned the rest of my life,” she said.“Well, I didn’t teach you that much,” he said.“You have no idea,” she said. “So, can I ask more questions?”“Sure,” he said.“You said Sheryl was on top of you, that first time. Did you ever do it again where you were on top?”Bobby felt his face get hot.“Yeah.”“So? What was that like?”“I don’t know. Good, I guess.”“Come on. What do you do? How do you hold yourself? Do you just lie down on top of her? Wouldn’t that.