I took it and she helped me to stand. “Let me take you home.” “I have a car.” “Not your home, silly, mine.” In the event, we went to her h...ouse in my car and I asked Chalky to come back for me when I called in the morning. We had brandy in her small, low-beamed sitting room but I didn’t finish mine. Rosalind was definitely hungry. “I think I need to be a little more me if you don’t mind?” She left me, returning a few moments later wearing a pair of black silk man’s pyjamas and the same blue. Draped her arms over his shoulders, pulling him close. "I'm so glad to see you," she said, placing a soft kiss on his lips. The gesture was warm, giving; she tasted of oranges and the hint of wine, at the edge of sensation. "I was starting to get a little worried," she admitted.Mike savored the hug before loosening his hold on her. "I knew you would be worrying. It's not real late though. Thanks for waiting up." I wasn't worried because it was late," she explained. "I was worried because you. It was when I was 16 and a junior in high school. I went camping with three guy friends from school. We'd gone canoeing and swimming at the lake and now it was night. We smoked some weed and we were talking about sex (do teenagers talk about anything else?) and things got a little touchy-feelie. One thing led to another and I knew it was time to have some Lauren fun."So, do you ever masturbate, Lauren Rose?" asked one of my friends nervously.The other two boys giggled. I loved those guys but. There was no doubt now what Sara had to do. She had to meet Rick and Jenna for dinner, if only to return the note. There was no doubt she needed the money. The way she lived proved that. She also needed help and Jenna sounded like she was someone who could offer it to her, but she couldn't accept pure charity. It wasn't that she was too proud to; on the contrary, she survived that first winter on the charity of those who offered her food and lodging when she had none, but this was different.