”“Sorry,” Dad said quickly. “I didn’t mean to make you morose.”“It’s too late for that, and I don’t mean because of what you just sa...id. Dale spent some time with her and she flat out refused to even talk to him about it. At this point, there really isn’t anything I can do about it except wait and hope.”“I know it’s difficult and painful, but don’t obsess,” Mom said gently. “You have to stay focused.”I shook my head, “Which everyone seems to think is the source of many of my troubles.”“Not being. .. Great, I’ll send them by computer fax ... Got them? ... Good...” There was a longer pause as the prints at the other end were being scanned. “You don’t say? ... I’ll keep her here ... Thanks Sheila, I owe you.”“Well, well, well, miss Jessica Arnolt. It seems you have quite a fan club at the department.” George had restrained her again when Stan had promised to hold her. “I’m almost sorry we stopped Duke when we did. Tell me, did he know that you had a history of fixing men? I didn’t think. Alex had watched them go in from a discrete distance while watching for Monique’s car. They had arranged it so that Samantha would get seated and comfortable before Monique made her entrance. The restaurant was Monique’s choice, one that she frequented and knew her well. Nothing like having home field advantage. ‘Good evening to you Monique. Now what did I do?’ Alex asked as they waited for Greg to return from parking the car. ‘You, in a suit darling. I did not even know you owned one.’ ‘I. We finished our brunch and I drove but could not stop thinking about what Rhonda had said. The more I thought about it my pussy would tingle and get wet. For the next several days I thought about my own son and his lack of socializing due to too much time playing on the computer. At the age of my son, Mike, he should be out chasing girls and hanging with his friends. I called Rhonda and asked her for more details and that night I dreamt about teaching my son Mike all about women and how to.