"What's your name?"The girl looked up at me, her hazel eyes wide. "Adrienne."-- NINE MONTHS LATER, JUNE 1997, EIGHTH GRADE --"There you go. Chin up. L...ook down your nose. Flirty giggle. Now turn away and leave. Leave!" I hissed.Adrienne couldn't hear my directions; she was clear across the courtyard. But she had done everything perfectly, and I couldn't help but smile as the beautiful almost 13-year-old sashayed back over to the lunch table. She didn't look back, but I did. And I had a perfect. After a few seconds, a small yellow flame burst out from the showerhead."Wide spray," Tanya said. A blossom of yellow flame erupted from a dozen tiny holes where one might normally expect water to come out."Legs," she told it. She had programmed it to be able to concentrate its 'spray' on one area of her body at a time if she wished. Otherwise, the 'showerhead', when it was on 'single' flame, would simply twirl around, leaving a swirling trail of happily scorched flesh as it moved up and down. "There you go Sue," I said handing over the two pictures."Oh no," she wailed, "this can't be, I would never do this."She sat down hard on the sofa, her eyes going from one picture to the other."Married now are you?" I asked."What?" she whispered."Are you married?" I asked again."Yes," she confirmed."Bet your husband would like to see these," I chuckled at her expression."You wouldn't show him, would you?" she asked."Sure, I would and I bet he would pay plenty to stop me publishing these," I. At that I moaned and turned around.His lips met mine and his tongue immediately made its way into my mouth. He was a fantastic kisser and his tongue wouldn’t quit. His hand was still on the front of my jeans and began to rub my bulge slowly as his kisses started to make their way down my jaw to my neck. The hand that wasn’t on my bulge began to creep its way up my shirt. It rubbed my six-pack slowly in a circular motion before it moved up to play with my nipples. His thumb barely flicked.