’ … Nothing. ‘Please?’ I whispered against his mouth. ‘… Sir?’ And with that, our lips collided. His were the softest I’d ever kissed-...actually, they were only the second lips I’d ever kissed. But I knew that I would be lucky if I kissed someone like Pierce again. ‘Come on, we’d better get back,’ he smirked as he pulled away. ‘I hear they’re playing ‘Pin the Veil on the Bride’ next. We can’t miss that.’ And with a wink, he was gone, his dark figure silhouetted by a thin ray of moonlight as he. The purpose of her proposition I think stems from revenge. She might desire you. You are an attractive young man to say the least. But she's practical and proper like her father. I doubt she's a virgin, but would be surprised if she had many lovers. I'm certain those she chose carefully, young men of her class. Like her father, desire rarely if ever overwhelms. I think falling in love with me constituted his first and last moment of emotional weakness, though it continues. I love him too. If. I always step out of the room but I guess it’s obvious. Less obvious is how you chose this red dress, how you knew I bought it for her.I watch you bend over to adjust the strap on your shoe and the black nylon over your painted toenails. The hem of your dress rides up. I think you hiked it a little to give me a peek of your stocking tops. You have a rounder, tighter bottom than my wife. Smaller, firmer breasts. (I always remember you at our house at brunch the day we met, having arrived still. “Come on in, David,” Aunt Pat said, “I want to talk to you both.”As we entered the living room, I was surprised to see my sports bag on the sofa.“What’s my bag doing here?” I asked.“Sit down both of you and I’ll explain.”We sat side by side holding hands, wondering what we’d done wrong. Why is it that as soon as a parent wants to talk to you, you start feeling guilty, even though you don’t know what you’re feeling guilty about?“David,” she began, “your Mum and I have had a long talk about you.