Soft flats and short white socks, complimented the innocent look, and the pleasant smile on her face. She had been ordered to remember her administra...tion skills and to concentrate more on those mundane tasks, making her a better receptionist. The natural enthusiastic personality still shone through. She would just need some extra instructions, not to so easily get carried away with strangers. Cindy and Candy walked in with a tray of drinks. ‘Is this the new one you were telling me about?’ Doc. He had one chance up front to say enough that she'd know he was well-informed, and also to show her that she didn't need to be afraid.As for how she might respond, he figured there were three possibilities. She might explode, rip into him. If she did, well, he'd wear that. Or she might fall apart, burst into tears. If she did, he'd do what he could to comfort her. Or, alternately, she might get icy, dismissive, and insulting. He'd rather not have this outcome, but he'd just wear this one too.. After all, Billy Thornton had cared for no one but himself, way back when she would have died for a look from him. A kiss would have killed her. It had almost killed her that morning, but embarrassment had won over, and she had pulled angrily away from him, slapped his face, much to her grandmother’s delight, and swept grandly back into the little house. Well, as grandly as any woman can, dressed in faded cut-off jeans and flip-flops. She could still hear him, just before she slammed the door.. "Well, I wasn't exactly looking like a woman who was setting out to meet a lover's wife while trying to keep our secrets. George waited while I peed on the leaves. I took a wipe out of my bag and cleaned the telltale spots off my leg and got the bits of forest floor off my knees. Then I wiped off my sex before I pulled on my panties and shorts, got my bra situated and straightened out my tee shirt. George used another wipe, though he didn't need it as much as I had.I tried to brush my hair, but.