‘What’s something else?’ she asked without giving thought to what she was saying. ‘Come on back to the office, Mrs. Peters. I have scotch or, ...hmmm..scotch, I’m afraid. They’re the only choices. ‘The first one will be fine,’ Nancy said, trying to sound ‘aware’ or ‘smart,’ which she clearly was not. ‘Have a seat in the office, Mrs. Peters. I’ll get some ice.’ ‘How aware he is,’ she thought, as she did as she was instructed. ‘Was she dressed all right? What would he think of her? Wait,’ she. We had an audience.One little kid asked the question no one else had, “What does he win? He ate three in under the time to win for eating just one.”“Oh, I wasn’t doing the contest. It wouldn’t be fair. I can eat a lot of sushi and still be hungry, so I got three of the giant rolls. I did the whole contest thing the last time I was here,” I told the kid.I insisted that I pay for my three rolls. They didn’t argue the least bit.It isn’t like I will even notice whatever the bill and tip are for the. “Did you enjoy the feeling, Tim?” Abbie asks him. Tim assures her he truly did. Then with a sly smile on her face, Abbie asks if he wanted to feel that again now? Now that he understands more about what is going on?Tim turns shy, but tells Abbie, “Yes, it would be nice to feel it again when he could truly focus on what is happening.”Abbie pulls the covers back, leaves Tim for a moment to get supplies, and returns. She has him lift up to put a towel under him just in case, then puts latex. The forbidden aspect of the whole thing made it just that much worse, and better, too.“That's what I thought,” he chuckled. “Make sure you tell all your friends at school today about the wonderful new thing you've discovered. I bet they'll like doing it, too. Bring one of them home tonight, and you can give her some pointers.”“Since it's graduation next week, why don't I invite three of them home for the weekend, and we can have one last sleepover?” she said wryly, but then she saw the look in.