Angie had recently losther sister to a car accident and after a period of grieving was goingthrough her sister's personal things deciding on what to k...ep and whatto give to charity. Angie asked me to take the boxes she had marked forcharity to the local Goodwill store and I of course said yes.I was packing the boxes in my car when I noticed one box was comingopen, so I went to seal it back up. It was a box of clothing and therewas a pink dress on top. Angie was giving all the clothes to. Stupid kid." He's smarter than some," I said since the boy he was talking about had spent two years in the minors and built a good record through double-A. He knew how to pitch, not just throw. And he listened and worked hard. I had talked to him about the need to do something different on the third time through the line-up, and he actually understood the concept."Anyhow, go see Johnson; he'll be catching. Gimme at least three good innings, hear? Five'd be better. Wanna rest some people. “I have been thinking real hard, the last several days . . .” She was going to stop our fun, I could hear it coming – rather going away. “I need to explain why I have been letting you do things, that are not what a boy should be doing to his mother.”“I'm not a boy!”“Sorry, a son ought not do to his mom. I have been taking advantage of you. I know better.” I had heard that in my own head, not so long ago, but now didn't want it to be our guideline. She went on. “You know what foreplay is. ”I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she retrieved and put on her robe. I held my hand out to Karen and led her out of the studio into the main house and my bedroom. I stood feeling emotionally out of my depth while holding her hand wondering what to do next. I am a few inches taller than Karen and she had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss me. My arms again went around her and held her as we kissed. Any doubts melted away. I wanted her in ways that I never wanted a man. I wanted to keep her.