It was Summer, and I hated to leave the air conditioning, but with Marcy and Grant safely on the schoolbus, I had to get out and "keep an appointment...."But just as I was about to leave the house, I heard a knock on the front door.The boy next door! "Jeremy, what are you doing here?"Jeremy, still in high school, was a rather quiet, slender young man, not into weight lifting or sports.He was wearing tan cargo shorts and a white undershirt.I had used him as a babysitter for Marcy and Grant many. Jennie didn’t like that idea at all.She consciously tried to hide, even from herself, at times, her feelings for Ryan Blake, not always successfully. But she at least hoped that she’d hidden them from him. She didn’t want to play the part of the anchor around his neck, the weeping and moaning woman who didn’t want to be left behind. That was Jennie’s resolve in this case.She was waiting for him, when he came home from his final day. She launched herself at him the moment he was in the door. He. Neither of us laughed at his attempted humor, and he quickly got to work on the extended typing of our blood.In just a few minutes, he had determined that we were both B positive, not the rarest blood type, but not the most common either.Then he started the more difficult procedure of doing an extended typing, including an HLA typing. Angela was looking increasingly pale as Jonathan worked with her blood and mine. I was trying to help Jonathan do some of the more routine tasks, but soon it was. ’ At 8:00 p.m. Don knocked on Jenny’s room. She opened it and kissed Don wrapping her arms around him. ‘Why, you’re early. Hungry for dinner?’ asked Jenny. ‘Hungry for you. You looked lovely!’ Don said clasping her bottom. Jenny wore an off white blouse unbuttoned at the top to show enticing cleavage and lamé mini skirt for her endless legs. Her Eau Rosee by Mariella Burani scent wafted her nostrils. ‘Hmmm, exquisitely appetizing,’ pressing her against him to let her feel his hardness. ‘Don I.