She would have called itloud, but the cherry wood chairs, long coffee table with a cherry andblack leather couch really tamed it all. A few tall plan...ts decoratedthe corners with the silver and white lamps in opposite corners. Rightabove the couch sat a long thin waterfall with a mirror behind it andtwo small lamps on each side, very relaxing she thought."Back here," Ann called from a side room off to her left.Kelly turned to see Ann sitting at a large cherry desk with two morechairs done in. "How do you.."Mom rolled her eyes. "There are no secrets in this town, silly," she winked, "Not with chatterboxes like Nancy Watson around on gossip duty!"Uh. Yeah. Of course. I sure could tell Mom a couple of stories she didn't know about that woman and no mistake. But she was right. It was everything about a girl but not the one she was thinking about."No Mom," I smiled ruefully, "And her name is Debbie. She's in my College class." Well," she replied as she raised her eyebrows, "Would it hurt. ‘This might be a little…forward of me, but I wanted to talk to you about today.’ He came right in and sat by my head at the top of the bed. The mattress squeaked as his muscular body pressed down on it. ‘Really, we don’t have to mention it. Ever.’ I pleaded, avoiding looking at him. ‘Ari, I don’t want you to be embarrassed. We live together, you should be free to be yourself around me, in your own home.’ He reached out and stroked my hair comfortingly, tucking a few strands behind my ear. ‘God. And he was in a thing over Jean's orgy with Caesar? What the hell was he stupidly contemplating but statutory rape! Goddamn... he could see the white nylon crotchband of her panties snugly hugging the puffy little pubic mound between her lush, teenaged thighs... !"Well, don't they Mr. Blakely?" she persisted."Y-Yeah... sure, Annie... of course they know," he stammered, tearing his eyes from between her youthfully firm legs and beginning to look for a place to turn around. He had to get hold of.