There was a key in the door; it was Sylvie and Dan.“Hannah!” Sylvie called, “Come downstairs and meet Dan.”I recognized him. A tall thin Hisp...anic guy I'd seen around the hallways at school. He smiled broadly at me; he had a handsome face and a nice smile, I thought.“Hi, Hannah!” He said, “It's good to meet you. Sylvie's told me a lot about you.”I started to offer my hand, but he stepped up to me and gave me a hug. The pressure of the fake breasts against my real one's and his dominant. But now I’m 38 years old and sometime I can’t tally with ur stamina in sex. But I never make u feel that way bz I know there part I did and what u have today. I’m very sorry for I make you this much addict to sex. But I will never let u suffer and I knew one day that u have to join with ur fathers business just like your brother and taken care of future in this family business. ”Me : Wow I never expect that from u. You should tell me how hard for u me doing and making love like this. If u told. ”“Yes, I’m still here ... or ... Yes, I’m thinking of doing it?”“Both.”“Why don’t you come over and we’ll talk about it?”“Is Janie?” The last thing I wanted was gossip ... I get enough of that as it is ... I AM living with a man. The guys ... it only takes one knee to the crotch ... and the word does travel. The girls know I’m innocent ... but ... living with A MAN? Really! Still ... intriguing.“Janie is at Band Camp ... or is it Cheerleader Camp this week? She’s not here,” Mrs. Ferguson. There were all the pies, too. Apple and cherry and peach and pumpkin and squash and rhubarb pies.A table filled with wrapped and unwrapped presents was at the end of the food line and off to the side a little. Many homemade items like quilts, towels, washcloths, and household implements, both new and lovingly used were there. There even was a new bed that Mr. Johansen, the furniture and cabinet maker had made for Ollie Olafssen, but never got around to deliver before the Olafssens went back to.