There's not a scar on me. Well, one small one. I cut myself shaving my hairs so there's a small scar right above my clit." Your Father is going to die... when he sees you." Not really." I waved at another table. I smiled as the young redhead came swaying across the restaurant. When she stopped at their table she stood next to me, her hip touching my shoulder. "Mother, I'd like to introduce you to Heather. Heather, my mom." Hello Nancy. Nice to see you again." Have we met Heather?" You could say. I figure that each of your breasts are about the size of a human head. So each one must have a brain inside. The combined power of three brains equals super genius!"She was leaning over into the aisle slightly and trying to read what he wrote even before he finished, but his writing had become too small for her to do that. Once the notepad was handed back to her, it took all her willpower not to giggle or laugh out loud. She had to cover her mouth again. She quickly wrote back, "That's so. Keep in mind that I’d never done it with a prostitute before. All of my relationships before were consensual ones between just normal folks wanting to get off. My only experience of this kind of thing were from the dirty stories I'd read on the Internet. But I’d read enough of those stories about hookers to figure out how to handle this kind of situation. I stripped my pants off and then my underwear. I wasn’t hard, which kind of surprised me because I’ve never had any kind of trouble getting. You're pretty special, you know. I decided, though, that I just won't stay alone with you any more. Will that be all right? You do still want to join the club, don't you? You wouldn't let a little... slip like that get in the way, would you?"It wouldn't hurt to be forgiving, would it? Laura asked herself. And as long as he promised not to trust himself alone with her, she should be all right, shouldn't she? A nasty little devil in the back of her mind hinted to her that she didn't want to be.