I gulped my breakfast and slopped milk about on the counter. I couldn’t look at her or keep my eyes off her. I struggled to eat my cereal at a recor...d pace, shoved it away and raced out.She called out to me again. I banged the door shut and booted it.Rather than go to my friend’s house I changed direction towards the lake. It was time to think.“She’s fabulous looking”, I thought. I wondered why she went after me when she could have anyone she wanted. I thought a lot about the man in her room,. .. hell, even just Friday night poker games or girls' nights out that need a little spice." Hartwell was obviously proud of his operation."But how do they set it up? And how do they find the secure side of your web operation?" asked Jack."You'd be surprised at how well word-of-mouth referral still works, even in the computer age," Hartwell explained. "Hell, especially in the computer age of social networking. We get our Associates through one system of referrals for recruiting--mainly coeds and. "Oh!" she yipped. "I completely forgot about something and it means we can't go out to eat tonight."Great. This was going to be one of those days.She told me about the chaperone gig and apologized for having one of her brain lapses. I was feeling pretty sober until she said, "I was looking forward to going out with you and lost track of everything else." Now that part sounded pretty good.I assured her it was okay and suggested the next evening."Ohhhh," she whined. "I'd love to, but I promised. “Uh, hi Mr. Lehrmann. Yes, it’s me, Emma,” she said. I could see through the peep hole that she was blazing red in the face. Her hands were doing little to cover up the enormous amount of flesh she had showing.“What ... why are you out here naked?” he asked, pronouncing “naked” as “neck-ed”.“Um, I, um,” she said, stammering to come up with something plausible. Presumably, she didn’t want to tell our octogenarian neighbor that she was running back to her apartment nude after having group oral.