..um...would you....um...." "Would you like me to walk you home?" I say smiling, and feeling a little excited. She looks up at me and smiles and nods ...quickly. I follow her and we keep chatting/flirting all the way back to her place, a few blocks. At the door, she says,"so this is me, what do you think?" I can tell she is trying to sound more confident than she is. It is a cute city apartment building, pretty old but well kept, "it is nice" "I have a room on the top floor, you should see the. Dan had boughtwhatever outfit, lipstick, perfume, shoes and/or whatever he wanted meto dress in. I had paid for the air travel.If, after we arrived at his home, Don told me to get dressed I wouldhave the choice to do that or call a cab to take me back to the airport.We had agreed since I was paying for the airfare Don would buy what hewanted me to wear but if I decided to leave the cab fare was my problemand that would be about $60 from his place. I had already spent $360 forthe round trip. .?" Eleven." OK. So what are you going to do today, seeing as it is only about ten o'clock?" Do you mind if I go exploring again?" Sure, but, stay close." Yes ma'am," grudingly answering her.In one swift move, she grabbed the remote, turned on soap operas (YUCK!!), and landed safely on the sofa. While she was doing her acrobatics, I ran into my bedroom grabbed my laptop, which was given to me by Mom last year for me to I guess explore my sexuality, my air card, and finally made my wayto the. I asked Mr.Edwards if he could pour me another glass of wine? As I watched himfill my glass, I thought, well...he never would have done that if Ilooked like a 17 year old boy, would he? Of course he wouldn't! Mr.Edwards was neither a pedophile or a homosexual. But how would he feelif he learned the truth about me?The first thing that came to mind was my age. Since I was over the ageof 16, there was no way he could legally get in trouble for having sexwith me. However, there was the fact that I.