“What’s wrong with this?” asked my sister, innocently.“It’s a little brief, don’t you think?”“It covers everything,” argued Cathy.�...�That dress is designed to inflame a man,” said our mother. “Where did you get it?”“It was on sale at Marshal’s. Isn’t it darling?”“Cathy, you’re pushing your luck if you wear things like this on dates. And if your father saw that he’d have a heart attack.”“Relax, Mom. I don’t go out with guys who have bad reputations.”“Bad reputation or not, boys will think you’re. Not now, please understand.Me: I’m not going to force you but I’m really turned on like Really Turned On!Chloe: Uhh, you probably hate me right now!Me: I don’t hate you, I just wanted to keep going.Chloe: I’m sorry! I understand if you don’t want to be with me anymore.Me: I do. I want to.Chloe: Even after this?Me: Yes. I don’t like that we had to stop. But you are new to this. I understand.Chloe: I’ll make it up to you somehow!Me: Well you’d better!Chloe: I feel so bad about it. Uhhh!Me: You. Put that gun away and don't play with him again." Play!" objected the Pinkerton.Millie waved a hand in irritation. "She wouldn't have shot you. Not just for calling her 'girly'." She turned back to Boots. "Where's Bob? Why didn't he come back with you?" That's the doctor, right?" asked Hollister. "Why do you need to talk to him? Are you ill?"Boots, who had put her pistol back, turned to look at the man. "Were you hired to stick your nose into her business too?"Hollister wasn't deterred. "The. She took another shot of whiskey and nodded. We stumbled out to the parking lot, which was now completely empty except for Rachel's car. We leaned up against the wall and I rummaged my purse for the joint I had rolled earlier. After a few moments I found it and we got stoned. Neither of us said it, but I think we were both ready to give "touchy-feely" a whole new meaning.We shared a cigarette and without a word, I grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips to mine. Our tongues.