The restaurant where everyone thought she was his daughter. Until they danced. Rebecca had never danced with a man like that before. He held her so close his lips almost touching her ear. Sometimes they did touch. But she felt ill-at-ease in her school clothes and clunky shoes. Nate didn't treat her like a schoolgirl though. And when they were back in his car, be pulled her over close to him. Rebecca didn't want to act silly about it so she snuggled without seeming to act wanton. All that wine she'd drunk made her feel so lightheaded and giggly.

"I told your aunt I'd bring you home later," he said. "Why don't we go to my apartment and I'll play you some records and…"

"No, I'd really better go home."

Rebecca tried to pull away a little. Because she knew what was coming. Another kiss. Another kiss that started behind her ear and grew wetter and hotter until Nate cradled her small face between his hands and gingerly feasted on her lips. She moaned with the exotic thrills that burst up through her. She'd never experienced anything so powerful, so overwhelming! She couldn't think, couldn't make herself react like Aunt Lana would expect her to. And what was he doing with his hand? It slid down her arm and suddenly was pressing against her side, her hip! Then down, down her thigh… Even through her dress she could feel the warmth of his palm.

"Nhhoo," she groaned, twisting her head to the side. But Nate's lips captured her earlobe then and he began to bite the lobe. Rebecca found herself panting. Her mind spun. She tried to push her hands against his chest but was so weak from the strange passion that burned through her that she couldn't make him let her go.

When he did, she almost sprawled across the seat. She stared at him with scared eyes, her small breasts rising and falling rapidly. When he picked up her foot and slowly removed her shoe, Rebecca stared at him like he was a being from another planet.

"Nate, I want to go home."