I didn’t want to lose him. I discovered a triple-X adult bookstore on the other side of town. They’re gone now; the Internet put them out of busin...ess. I went there three days a week. I’d park my car behind the place so no one would see it. The girl at the counter listened to my story and sympathized with me. She’d set me up with a video on each visit I made – a VHS tape in those days. I’d watch the whole thing, focusing on the technique that the girl or girls used with the guys to make them. And Cindy leveled the crowd when she said, "That's okay, Mister Bob! He told me you don't date within your species. What'd he mean by that?" And she smiled demurely as Bob squirted cola out of his nose.We said good bye and left. Helen was in her office when we got back to the park. We walked in, hand in hand. She saw us. "You make a pretty couple, now that you can hold hands in public." Helen," I said, "thank you. I can't ever thank you enough! I just wish we were going to be here for your. She was a little younger than Connie, but was already showing her emergent womanhood in slightly flaring hips and bulging bikini top, smaller than Connie's but nicely rounded nevertheless. The girls went down in the basement to wash the sand and salt water off their bodies, and I didn't think any more about it until I noticed that they were down there longer than Connie usually took to rinse off. I went to the head of the stairs and listened. It was rather quiet, but I could hear an occasional. If I don’t, my life will be a lot simpler… and safer,’ he thought. As he stared at the front door of the diner it seemed to beckon him, ‘Let it go, it’s not your problem. Just a few steps and you are out of here and back in sync with your normal life.’ He stood up and dropped enough money on the table to cover the meal and tip. Stepping up beside Helen, he handed her a few bills, ‘This should be more than enough to cover their meal and your tip.’ Everyone seemed to freeze, all eyes were on.