She had been kissed less than a dozen times by a member of the opposite sex so she wasn't all that used to the intensity of such intimate contact. After Nate had put her to work on a list of films he wanted checked, she could hardly concentrate. All she could think of was her handsome boss and his strange behavior. Once she giggled out loud, knowing that aunt would have fainted dead away if she'd known that Nate had started her employment with a hug and kiss. Rebecca was still in shock herself. But as the morning wore on, she found her new employer thoughtful, easy-going and patient. By late afternoon she was beginning to get the hang of things.

"I put a little star by all the comedies," she told him, handing the sheet over. "And here are the names of those distributors in that thick book. I'm not a very good typist but I think I corrected all my mistakes."

"You did fine." Nate put the sheet in a folder and put it in his drawer. "It must be getting late, so why don't we knock off for today?"

"I sure enjoy working for you, Mr. Winslow… I mean, Nate."

"What if you called your aunt and told her you were having dinner with me this evening? Think she'd let you go?"

Rebecca felt the tightness in her chest again. Part of it was the way Nate looked at her when he spoke. Like he wanted to take her in his anus again. And that scared her. Scared her in a funny kind of way. Like she almost wanted to be scared. This guy was in his thirties and she was just fifteen and he wanted to take her out to dinner! No, she wouldn't know how to actor what to say. And if he hugged her again.

"Here," Nate said, picking up the phone, "I'll call her myself."

"I… Nate, maybe…" But he ignored her weak protest. She listened to him charm her aunt and when he hung the phone on the hook she knew that it was decided.

The evening was a rush of unbelievable things. Nate's big white car with plush leather seats and stereo.