I felt my face redden at Papa's words as the woman approached me, holding out her hand. "So, you're the famous Amanda. I've heard a lot about you." Her eyes flickered over to Mallo and then back to me. "I'm sure we're going to be great friends, Amanda," she said, stepping up until her breasts brushed against mine...her hard nipples dragging across the jersey cotton of my cropped T. She leaned in and kissed me on the cheek, her tongue barely teasing my ear as she whispered, "I'm looking forward to getting together with you...comparing notes about some of the men around here."

She glanced back at my father who...