I kissed her again. Then I straightened up and took a couple of steps back.There was a long pause. The moment of truth! Now I'm the one who's nervous.... I'm afraid to tell her to open her eyes. I'm afraid of what I might see in them. But it's going to have to come to this eventually. I tried to sound calm. I wasn't. After only the short time we just spent together I felt fear in the pit of my stomach. I don't want this to be over!I said, "Open your eyes."She didn't, not right away. I guess she's. Mom watched me as I pulled out my cell phone.“I need all my girlfriends as soon as possible at this address,” I wrote. “Desperately.” Mom saw what I’d written and smiled at me. I sent the text.The arguments continued. And were getting nowhere. They even got off on what was an appropriate costume for a few minutes. I strummed the guitar and stood up.“We need a Gantt chart,” I said. “Where’s Mr. Bryce when you need him? We’ll have to chart the dependencies and figure out how much time each task. Wilkinson just has me come over so she can relax by herself for awhile and not worry about her kids." She told me she was a single mom. What happened to Mr. Wilkinson?" I asked."I don't know for sure," she said. "All I know is that he died, but I don't know what happened. She really misses him, though. Sometimes while I'm giving the boys a bath, I can hear her crying in her bedroom. It's really sad." Boy, I didn't know any of that. I'll have to watch my mouth," I said."How often are you going. My waist is slim, very slim, but my hips are broad, my body is like an acoustic guitar. I am wearing just the pink shirt and a white panty, so I see my thick thighs, without muscles, just soft and rounded. Like I said in other point of view, I'm really gorgeous, I have a killer body; I'm hot and tasty. I look like I have been designed for seduce, I look like a sex machine, and my painted hair and red nails are like an identification badge saying that I am a hooker, that I am always ready for.