"Please, take this as my appreciation for what you wanted to do for me or with me, whatever. When my ladies come down, you will like them and hopefull...y you will still wish to continue helping me keep this home as nice as possible."The four looked at their hundred dollar bills and gasped. Then all at once, they were off the bed and hugging me, kissing my face and cheeks. The one said, "Now we want to show you our gratitude more than we wanted to welcome you to your new home. Please, Sir, let. "It was the first time Amy had addressed her as 'dear', and even though she was sure that it was not meant to have any deep affectionate meaning, Sam blushed nonetheless.Changing the subject abruptly and without thinking, Sam asked, "So did you enjoy yourself last night?" No more were the words spoken, than Sam remembered what Amy had gone out for and her blush deepened.Amy smiled as she saw Sam's embarrassed blush, and replied, "Oh yes, I am well satisfied now and will not need to eat for. " You are going to really like ground me?" Yes and if you don't stop, I'll make it two weeks instead of one."Michaelina thought, "Could dad really ground me?" Then she realized hecould. She couldn't tell mom. She would never believe her. Shecouldn't run away? Where would she stay? At a friends house? Maybe,but then Dad would go looking for her. He would call the police and theywould make her come back home. She couldn't prove that she was really anadult. Besides how would she explain. "I'm Garrett," I replied. Her skin was soft, her scent captivating. I reluctantly pulled my now sweaty hand back.What's going on here? This couldn't be happening to me! I'm not a singer, I don't play rock-n-roll, I don't wear spandex and have long hair. I'm a trumpet player in a jazz quartet, not the lead guitarist for Metallica!"Would you mind walking me to my car? I mean, if you're ready to go, I'd appreciate it. The parking lot isn't very well lit, and my car has been giving me trouble." It.