"Hi, Mom," she said when the driver's side door opened. She heard her mother saying something to the man, but couldn't quite hear it. "What was that all about?"

"Didn't you see that man staring at you?" Her mother frowned, holding her hand out for the keys. Lindsey dug through her purse for them, glancing out the window to see the man pulling quickly away.

"No," Lindsey replied innocently, handing her mother the keys. "Was he?"

"You young girls." Her mother sighed, starting the car. "So unaware…"

Lindsey hid her smile, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. She couldn't help wiggling a little against the seat, and knew there might even be a wet spot there on her stepfather's BMW upholstery.

"Did they find his blazer?" Lindsey didn’t open her eyes.

"Yes," her mother replied. "Finally! Thank goodness, because you know how your father gets. It was that young kid who finally found it. I gave him a little extra tip."

"You too?" Lindsey murmured, still smiling.

She could feel her mother's silence and Lindsey quickly covered, opening her eyes and saying, "He's not my father. I wish you would quit saying that."

"Oh Lindsey." Her mother sighed. "Why do you have to be so difficult?"

"Gee, Mom, I don't know…" Lindsey frowned, glaring out the window. "Maybe I was just born that way."

Chapter Three

She changed in the bathroom at school. She kept her blouse on, but she unbuttoned the top and bottom three buttons, leaving only the middle two fastened and tying the shirt tails up high around her ribs. Her denim shorts got shoved into her purse and the white satin ones went on over her bare bottom. She snapped the elastic band and turned to look at herself over her shoulder in the full length mirror with a satisfied grin. That should do it. When she bent forward, the shorts rode up between her thighs, exposing the swell of her behind quite nicely. That should do for at least a three-day vacation!