And the girls come a knockin'

They are getting braver, these horrible beasts, the ones that used to not even look me in the face. This summer they have gotten much braver. They started to gather out on my front lawn, laughing, well giggling. They have knocked on my door. They haven't run away when I go outside. They are not afraid of me. They come, these brave girls, and ask for him. Even though they know he has to stay in my sight while they are around. They "hang out" on the sidewalk, they talk, even though my windows are open. They come just to see him, to talk to him, to be near him. What am I going to do with this boy???