Then we went off to one of the Sunday School rooms to get ready. Laurel got there, and she was even more nervous than I was! Somebody brought in the f...owers, and Mom was finishing my hair. Lynette got a picture of her doing that, and I think it’s gonna be one of my favorites. Someone said she blinked, and Lynette should have taken another one, but Mom said she just felt a little clumsy doing my hair, until she closed her eyes!Someone opened the door, and I heard Lynette holler, “No! You can’t. But the president will have the last word, his advisers say."Again Dan slid back. This time he was paying attention as Connie turned toward him."Where was I? Oh, yes. I had just gotten a call from one of our doctors. The tests were negative again. Poor Maury. He tries so hard, he's gone through so many procedures -- well, we both have, I guess -- but nothing works. And he blames himself. Does that seem fair? It's not his fault that his sperm aren't fast enough or strong enough or just plain. A pause…then, putting your strong hands to my face, we kiss. The first touch is tentative, shy and questioning as if you are unsure of my response. Parting my lips I feel your tongue touch mine. I slide my arms around your broad shoulders as you clasp me tightly to you, pushing me back against the car. We have talked of this moment for months and now, suddenly, I want to freeze time to enjoy it forever. One hand drifts down to my neck, caressing my shoulders and over the thin material covering. His sister had a hard time dealing with the situation. He felt I could do better, because he thought I showed a better outlook in my stories. He showed me how I could sink to a pretty wretched state, if I let myself. He was so cute, especially when I considered how much older he was than I. He even scolded me like a Daddy for my one indiscretion in my relationship.Thanks RM - "Dad".In between the fifth and sixth story I began to have a relationship with the character in my story I call.