"I'm here to see David," she announced. She was close enough for Rebecca to see her painted nails. Rebecca wondered if her toenails were painted too. Her perfume smelled like something you'd never find in the five and ten.

"David? Oh, you mean David Pearson." Rebecca smiled. "He just moved in so I forget sometimes." But she hadn't forgotten what the handsome boarder looked like. A sting of envy went through her. She wished that she was a girl with a sports car who could go calling on young men. But that was as ridiculous as wanting to fly. Not only was Rebecca ignorant about males, she was downright scared of them.

"I'll just go on up to his room if you'll tell me where it is," the leggy girl said.

"Maybe you'd better ask my aunt."

As soon as they'd gone into the house and the pretty blond had told Lana what she wanted, the shit hit the fan. Rebecca blushed with embarrassment for the pretty young woman as her aunt gave a lecture on why a girl shouldn't go to a young man's room by herself. To Rebecca's surprise the blond took it all with a sly smile. Then she spoke softly and it was Aunt Lana's turn to listen.

"Then your daughter can go upstairs with me. Wouldn't that be all right?"

While her aunt blustered and mumbled that the young woman was referring to her niece not her daughter, the pretty young thing in white tennis shorts smiled confidently. Her manner won Lana over without argument. And Rebecca found herself leading Martha Heddington up the stairs to the second floor.

"You make certain David is up!" Aunt Lana called after them. Rebecca said that they would. She tapped lightly at the door at the end of the hall and stepped back to wait. They didn't have to wait long.

"Hey, baby," David said, grinning at the sexy blond. He had on a pair of jeans and that was it. Martha urged Rebecca into the room and they closed the door behind.