"Will you email me pictures?" Amber said. Jay looked at her. She was13 and was coming into her own. She had shed her baby fat and wasbecoming, if ...not a woman, a teenage girl and would have the houndssniffing around soon enough. He picked at the dead skin on his fingers.He felt prickly, like he had when mom had made him wear that itchy secondhand suit to church. Like his skin couldn't breathe."Whenever I have a connection," he said, with a smile. "You guys be goodfor ma, OK?"They exchanged. Let them. I haven’t had to hire people yet, but I know that if I am looking at candidates and see that they have certifications from the high-performance driving school, I’m going to ask how they got it. I know that it means my insurance for that prospective employee will be cheaper, thus a small win for me. But then there is the question of how long I would retain that employee if someone else paid to train them, and then they quit. Even more important, to me at least, is would I ever be able. The conversation was interesting. MaryAnn looked spectacular dressed in slacks and a lace-trimmed blouse; just enough skin was showing to hold your gaze. I still wasn't clear as to her relationship with Uncle Joe. At times she seemed to be more than just an employee; but I guess that comes with the fact that she lived under his roof for the last several years and sees him practically every morning in the gym. I wondered if she knew about his health problems. If she didn't know now, she would. ‘Come here.’ My heart rate increased as I sat up and shuffled closer to her. I stopped only an inch from our noses touching. ‘Logan,’ she repeated. Her eyes were glazed over and shone a complicated emotion I had never seen before. I tilted my head slightly and moved ever so closer to her. Sophie bit her lip and gazed into my eyes. Our lips met and locked. They were so soft, my god! I could taste the remnants of her lip gloss from that evening. It felt so right. I could feel something new,.