"Theseladies'll be performing for your pleasure, songs and dances to make yousmile, starting..." He paused for dramatic effect. "...starting this_Sat...urday_ night."* * * * *"Somebody t'see you, boss,"Joe Kramer announced, standing in the half-opened doorway to Dwight Albertson's office. "A Mr. Stafford."The banker looked up at his teller. "Stafford... oh, yes, send him in,please." Yes, sir." Joe held the door while Forry walked in, then closed it andheaded back to his window.Albertson stood. He nipped gently at her full bottom lip and soothed it with a slow teasing swipe of his tongue before pushing questioningly with the muscle against her mouth. Feeling it open beneath the pressure, he slipped his tongue in, tasting her indescribable flavour. Her tongue flicked almost anxiously against his and he rubbed his against it, playing and fighting and sucking the very air from her lungs. His hands slid down along her sides and wrapped firmly around her hips and his kiss grew more. You know that.”“Why not?” she asked, “I’m legal, I’m not virgin, and I’m safe.”I looked at her, unsure of which of those three things to address first, but before I spoke, Krista started again, and said, “Terry and I were doing it for months. Mum said it was better to be safe than sorry, and she took me to the doctor, and he put me on the pill.”“Was Terry your first?” I said, not that it was any of my business.“Yes,” she said, “He’s the only one so far, but I’m hoping that’ll change tonight.”. This boy was different. His hair, a dark black, was the perfect background for his piercing, steely blue eyes. I couldn’t deny the attraction.At my mother’s insistence, and perhaps having seen the look of desire in her daughter’s eyes, my mother convinced my father to employ the boy for a short while working in the stables, and tending his herds of camels, sheep, and prized Arabian horses.I took every opportunity to go to the stables under the pretense of riding a horse in a show for my father..