Atlast I asked her whether I can hold her hand ….. she smiled at me and give me her hand …. She was wearing a sleeveless night gown …. I held he... hand and closed my eyes and started squeezing her elbow …. I asked her can we go to bed and lie down …. She gave me a cunning smile and holding my hand she took me to her bedroom …. Her mother was sound a sleep and sh locked her door….. we slept and I took her hand and was feeling it …. She was staring at me and I looked in her eyes and asked her …... "I am, I owe you at least a blow job for warning me," I said,"Yes you do." he said"Tell you what, you let me do it my way and at my own speed, and I'll pay you this weekend." I said."I'm going to hold you to it," he said as he hung up.He had no idea how much I wanted to pay that debt. He had not only saved my life. He gave me a chance to prove myself to the yokels. It wasn't a bad think now that I was on the mend. I might not have felt like that a few days ago. Things just seemed to be looking. Not only had these got no better in the intervening years, they'd become substantially worse since the economy had begun to pick up again. Thankfully, Molly was able to travel by bus almost directly to her office, so even though she often had to stand all the way at least she wasn't trapped in a claustrophobic subterranean metal tube.Mark had invested in a bicycle which was not only appropriate for a man who made a living from research into alternative fuels, but also meant that he arrived at. Forgetting the fact that she had given me a foot job last night, she was in my room. (what a teenage punk I was) “I just had to do something” she retorted. “well do it and get out”. She stood up and bolted toward the door, grabbing my towel on the way by. I turned to chase her to get my towel back. I guess I could have just closed the door and got dressed but she had thrown the gauntlet.I chased her the couple of steps into her room. She was backed up with no where to go. Me blocking her escape.