After receiving the clean bill of health for Leslie, Joey decided it was time that he and Mr. Eye had a little chat with the pretty and sexy young blo...nde. It was late one evening when Joey went to Leslie’s living area and knocked on her door. A few seconds later the young blonde opened the door. Seeing it was one of the managing partners of the home, she said, “Won’t you come in?” in a sweet soft voice and stepped back allowing Joey to come into her living room.The teen closed the door and then. You're flattering your old mom, perhaps I’ll do more this weekend.Now I knew that I was going to do something daring this weekend, since I had finally started something. I decided to push it.Me. You're not going to want to take pictures again are you.Daniel. Oh yes, you have to say yes. I need to take pictures.Me. But Daniel, what if the outline of my vagina is visible again, you don't seriously want to take pictures of that again do you?Daniel. Seriously, totally.Me. I will have to see what. "Get the kind you and Angie had last weekend."And that is how the Friday night pizza tradition got started. By the time Charlie returned with two large pepperoni pizzas we had changed clothes and had a bottle of chardonnay on ice.Even Charlie looked more relaxed without the threat of Angie's outbursts. I realized this was the first time we had really talked since school began. I told them that Luke was going to deliver the desks the next day and since I would need to hang around the apartment. I was wanting someone older actually,” he told her. “I did tell them that.” The girl looked disgruntled. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend. The...the work I do requires someone of maturity.” She looked puzzled. “Didn’t they tell you what the work involved?” She shrugged her shoulders. “They just said that you were a writer and wanted someone to type dictation.” Bill stood aside to let her in. The neighbour’s curtains opposite him were twitching. She was a nosy old bitch and the village.