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Johnson’s stuck up daughter…for his mother’s sanity.  Now that ‘stuck up’ little blonde girl was a raving beauty, and he caught himself being mesmerized by her cleavage.
    “I’m up here, Logan!”  Leila laughed at his blatant stare.
    Logan shook his head as if to knock away cobwebs, “Whoa, uh… sorry Leila… you’ve um… grown up a bit!”
    Leila couldn’t help it; she giggled.  Leila never giggled; in fact she wasn’t aware of a single time in her life when she’d ever giggled.  There was something in his sparkling green eyes that enlightened her, and something in the deepness of his voice that made her melt.  She hadn’t prepared herself for Logan to be such a distraction.  Nothing in her careful scheming had allotted for him… the way he was.  “I asked what you’ve been up to for the past ten years!” she murmured, trying to push past this hitch in her plan.  She must remain strong.
    “Oh right!  Well let’s see, since the day you knocked my teeth out I’ve been overly paranoid and have decided to become a psychiatrist.  In fact, I’m my own first patient!  Personally I think I’m the most brilliant therapist I’ve ever met.  I’ve diagnosed myself as completely whacko, and I’m prescribing a healthy dose of Southern Comfort and Coke.  Would you like to join me in the back garden and we can discuss how you’d like to pay for my past dental and psychological care?”
    Leila almost choked with laughter, “That was an accident, and you know it!”
    But Logan shook his head playfully, “No ma’am.  I think you intentionally pushed that door open at the most inopportune time!”
    “You were spying on me and Bobby Whetzel!” Leila protested with a giggle.
    “So you admit to denying a sad nine year old a little free porn?” Logan pretended offense.  His thick hand went over his heart in feigned destruction.
    Leila leaned over the white tablecloth, her heavy breasts peering dangerously above the V neck of her black shirt, “Listen here you little pervert, if you tell…” she said, pointing her finger at him jokingly.  She remembered the day well.  She’d had that cute Bobby Whetzel in her bedroom one afternoon after school.  Elise McNarry and her mother were upstairs locked in the master bedroom of Patricia’s townhouse, and Leila was supposed to be keeping an eye on Logan while they were having their ‘lady time.’  But as it turned out, Logan had his eye on the keyhole in her bedroom door.  When she discovered him there, she flung the door open as hard as she could.  Logan’s front tooth was an instant casualty.  He’d had to wear the rubber ‘night guard’ to sleep every night for a year so that his teeth didn’t get crooked.  Logan had hated her ever since... until now of course.
    Leila didn’t know if she’d ever had so much fun with a man, laughing and remembering old times brought forth something inside her, a sweet feeling that she didn’t recognize.  She couldn’t have had the smile on her face surgically removed as they playfully recalled their childhoods.  Logan’s carefree and engaging personality was working some kind of strange magic on her.  Elise was right, these McNarry men were dangerous as all hell!
    Logan laughed, covering his eyes and teeth with his massive hands, “Oh no, babysitter Leila!  Please don’t hurt me again!” he feigned fear.
    “I tell you what you rotten little boy, I will join you in the garden for that drink.  You want to go get your mouth guard, just in case?”  Leila dished out a low blow.
    He stood up from the table and walked around to her, indicating that he was guiding her from her chair.  Leila briefly wondered where he’d learned such manners.  That was a southern trait, helping a woman from her chair, and it’d been long forgotten in the north altogether.  She stood in response to the heat from his large body behind her.  He smelled manly, if that was possible, as though he’d tackled