We talked ... And talked ... And talked some more. Totally at ease together, we chatted away as though we had known each other for years instead of ju...st a few short hours. We told one another our life stories. Josie told me how she had married a guitarist when she was young. They had been in a band together in their late teens and early twenties and she had fallen for him in a big way. She had wanted to settle down and have a family. He had wanted the rock-n-roll lifestyle instead of a. Diane would laugh at me and my attempts to keep her away from boys. We gave her "the talk" and that, along with some books, her health classes and gossip from her friends, formed her sexual education.However, when we gave her permission to date, she didn't take advantage of the situation. We thought no one was asking her out because she was black and all the boys were white. We also thought that I might have scared some possible dates off since I was not only her father but the sheriff.Rachel. ’ I said and looked down as Sean asked if I would get in the pool with him, to which I nodded. ‘Sure.’ We wandered into the back yard and I slid my dress off and stepped into the pool, watching as Sean’s father, Jack, looked at me. The water from the pool slicked my hair back and when I surfaced it ran down my body, over my breasts and down my flat stomach. I swam with Sean for a while before pulling myself from the pool, allowing all the water to rush down all of my small body. The party was. "I smile thinking I can get rid of all my jeans I ruined with holes in theknees from me wiping out on my skateboard. Not only will I get rid of theevidence of ruined jean I will have shorts to wear."Umm sis you want me to get all my ruined jeans, I mean the jeans I haveholes in the knees so you can turn them into shorts?"I just think to myself how awesome this is, one second I'm in deep troublefor ruining my clothes and having no more shorts and the next second Iwill have tons of shorts when.