" Olga, please call me by my name."Anna hated the name Olga. It was a family name which her father gave herin honor of his aunt who died back in the ...Gulags in Russia. She alwaysstressed for people to call her Anna. It was short for her middle nameAnastasia. "Emma, you should call me by my real name. Emma is morefitting for someone in those high heels."Jennifer Halford could not help but chuckle some at Anna's response.Anna shot her friend a look to stop and that made the chuckle a. We both showered and dressed. I went back to her daughters room. About a week later I was over with Claire's daughter. We got to talking and I found out Claire had been talking to her about sex and had shown her how to fuck. It did not dawn on me at that moment what she meant but would later learn that Claire had a male friend that fucked her daughter to teach her about sex. As we talked we both got horny and started to kiss. Claire walked into the room right then. This woman had knack for. I thanked her and commented on her beautiful home. She was polite and we started some inane conversation.I don't exactly remember how it happened, but she mentioned that she was 42-years old. I do exactly remember my head snapping around and my jaw being wide open. "No way," was the cleverest thing I could muster. She smiled proudly and stood up, "You're just saying that," she said. "No," I replied getting my wits again, "I went surfing a few weeks ago, and any of the 19-year old girls I was. It's easier and you can't screw it up."Where are your notes?" he asked.I did NOT look toward my clipboard, which was sitting beside my computer on top of all the data I had gathered, thus far, for the study. There still wasn't anything in that pile with her name on it. I had just put a subject number on each group of data. I had names and addresses and phone numbers, but they were in a computer file that was password locked."I haven't taken any yet," I said."Why not?" he asked."How long have.