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at first."
    "Then the second was this guy, Trent. I know… like my dad. What are the fucking odds? He's older. Like twenty...."
    I winced at that. She grinned.
    "He's like the opposite of Jimmy. We hooked up for the first time at a pool party.... At Jimmy's house actually, which is why shit with Jimmy is so weird right now. He saw us ducking into the pump house together...."
    "The pump house?"
    She laughed, a delightful chuckle. "God, I hadn't even thoughts of that. But yeah, right, appropriate. Anyway, he was like the opposite of Jimmy. Super in control, which was hot at first. He put me up on a stack of boxes and just gave it to me hard. I mean, don't get me wrong, it felt good, but he had just one speed. And I don’t know. It almost seemed like I didn't really even need to be there. It was all about him. I gave him a few more chances after that, but it was always the same."
    I nodded again. "Yeah. I hate to say it, but you'll run into that a lot."
    She gave me a pouty face. "Maybe I'll just need to keep you on speed dial."
    I gave her a little kiss on the nose. I liked the idea of being her booty call.
    "Anyway," she continued. "It's totally different with you. You know, it feels like we're dancing together or something. I knew you'd be good. I watched you with Joanne more than once," she said blushing.
    "Your dad would keel over if he knew what sending you here for the month would do."
    She laughed darkly. "No. He'd kill you . Well, if he got to you before Mom did."
    I frowned.
    She laughed again. "Don't worry. He'd kill me too, assuming he got to me before Joanne. So I guess we'll just have to keep this our little secret, huh?"
    "That's probably a good idea," I replied quietly.
     
    ***
     
    The day passed quietly. I hadn't seen Ashley in a while, and when I check in on her in her room, she was napping peacefully.
    As I went about various household chores, I was happy, almost giddy. I was not under any particular illusions. Odds were this would end badly, very badly. There would be tears, if not blood. But all of that was in the future, and for right now I was sharing my house with a gorgeous, young, woman, who was funny, good company, and who seemed against all logic to be happy, eager actually, to have no-strings-attached sex with me. For a man my age, with a few bucks in the bank, it was better than winning the lottery.
    Late that afternoon, I returned from food shopping to find Ashley in the kitchen on her computer. She was recently showered, fresh faced, looking almost obscenely attractive in just yoga pants and a clingy tee. She helped me put away the groceries and we chatted about nothing in particular, celebrity gossip, movies. We talked about college. She was excited, but a little anxious. I told her a few of my freshman stories. She laughed at what a geek I'd been.
    I made dinner, braised lamb shanks, and she helped me with the homemade pasta. For a little thing, she had a good appetite and thankfully was a committed carnivore. It occurred to me that she'd one day make her husband very happy. The thought triggered in me a small twinge of jealousy, but it quickly passed. That too was in the future.
    I debated opening a bottle of wine for dinner, but then I realized that giving an eighteen-year-old some alcohol was surely the least of my recent sins. We ate, and her second glass got her pleasantly silly. She started teasing me about my minor OCD -- I'd probably moved all of the groceries she'd put away to put them in the "right" place -- giggling at her own jokes. I teased her about being a slob. Her clothes were scattered all over her room. It was fun, oddly comfortable.
    After dinner we retired to the family room and watched TV. We both got a kick from reality game shows. America’s Got Talent. The Voice. That kind of stuff. She liked to pretend she watched them ironically, but she knew way too much of the back-stories for that to be believable.
    It got a little chilly with the AC on, and we ended up curling