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"I dunno. Maybe he has. Horrible thought, though, having sex at that age, isn't it? If he has, he never brings them back here." The music started again and I took a few quiet steeps away from the door, then walked briskly forward and rapped on the door. "You home Love? Is Sammy with you?" Hannah opened the door. She'd changed into her usual casual attire of crop top and jeans. Sammy was sitting on the end of her bed, still wearing her school uniform – or most of it anyway. She cocked her head round and flashed me a brilliant smile and a little wave. "Hi Clem!" she said, perkily. "I'm doing dinner in a while," I said. "Would you like to stay, Sammy?" She enthused that she would, so I set to in the kitchen, my ego somewhat boosted by Sammy's robust defence of me to my own daughter. I was cool! And she must fancy me – it was obvious!
Dinner (beef bourguignon) was gratefully received by both girls when I placed it in front of them. Sammy's eyes widened when I placed three bottles of ice cold Budweiser on the table. "Go on," I smiled, "It's only light. One won't get you drunk, I bet you drink far more than that usually." I raised my own bottle and took a swig. "Cheers!"