”“Guilty,” I said. She didn’t smile.“Look,” she said, “I need you to do something for me.”“Anything,” I said. Cassie looked back o...ver her shoulder at her family, who were trying to look like they weren’t watching us.“Introduce her to sex,” she said. “Fine. Make her a woman, be gentle. But try not to get her pregnant yet.”“What?” I asked, looking over at Celeste. “How am I supposed to do that?”A tiny smile hit her face and was gone. “Be creative,” she said. “I want to be pregnant first. That’s. Dani and I had been friends since the second grade. Now, both fifteen, we had been slowly drifting away from the closeness we'd once enjoyed with each other, back when we'd been much younger. We were still good friends, but we didn't socialize with the same groups of people. Considering our current level of friendship, what she was asking from me was more than I would be comfortable with."You said sometimes. I don't think I'd be comfortable with having you come here on a regular basis. If it. " She smiled and looked down at my roll-along bag. "Is that everything, Sir?”“It is, my dear. I am afraid I am at a loss though; I was expecting a driver to take me to the hotel and to see you later this evening.” I was surreptitiously verifying that plans had not changed, other than the obvious.We had exited the terminal proper by then and approached a waiting limo with the driver holding the door.“I should have texted you of the change; however, it was so last-minute you were already. I peek out the window and she pauses for a moment at the stairs then a minute later a knock, the wife answers and brings her inside and shake her hand and she introduces herself as Mitch. The wife asks if she brought more clothes and she say's yes so the wife leads her off and then returns to tell she she is taking a shower and will put on some casual clothes, several moments later the wife goes and checks on her to decide when to put the hot snacks on the oven. I am reading on the couch.