’ He laughed My ‘girlfriend’ was Phyllis Dumont, she was an older woman, in her late twenties. Very pretty, and really nice. I had been deliveri...g her groceries for years. Many times when I would make a delivery, we would sit and talk. She would make tea and we would talk, she would give advice but most importantly, just listen to a teenage boy. I could tell her anything, as she would never judge or criticize. And I found that I could trust her. She had an apartment in a building that was sort. " he thought.Jen smiled back now gaining some control over her heartrate, she now sat waiting for his first move."Well," said Jake calmly, "we can't go jumping bases, now can we? We have got to start from first." as he said that he leaned forward and kissed her softly.Jen was extatic, she had to open her eyes once to see if it was really him kissing her, but after that she sank into his kiss as he sat down beside her, letting him do whatever he wanted. He took her face in his hands and then. Amy had one in each hand.Checking there was no-one else to observe, she walked towards the shrubbery wherein Tom crouched.'Tom! Tom Fisher! Are you there?' she called softly.He stood up, brushing the leaves off his thin shirt. 'Aye, milady.'Amy smiled at him, open and candid. She held out a glass. 'Drink, Tom?'He took it carefully. 'Thanks, milady.' He sniffed at the clear liquid, and detected juniper, and something else. He looked back at her for reassurance.Correctly interpreting his glance,. She was a couple years younger than me but very mature. She told me of her plans to move the California in a few months which was disappointing to hear but would turn into real disappointment later in time.Time flew by and soon it was closing time. I took the courage to invite her home but she declined and instead invited me to her place. When we got to her place, a small one room apartment with a bathroom, she excused her self into the bathroom. I was so hot at the thought of maybe tasting.