" Sally was really quiet during the movie. She'd let me hold her hand, but nothing more. That wasn't normal. She just stared straight ahead at the scr...en." Then what, Harold?" As usual, I drove us out to the lake to park in the moonlight. Sally wouldn't snuggle up against me on the way as she usually did. She didn't sit against the door, but I knew something was up." Did you say anything, either of you?" No, we just drove in silence, each with our own thoughts. But I was really getting worried. I lived with my mom growing up and I did nose around in her room, especially in the recesses of her closet and, one afternoon, I found a videotape up on a high shelf under a stack of old clothes. It had a label on it that read, "The Art Of Sensual Massage: Women," and the label showed a man massaging a woman on a table, she was naked, and it described how by watching this tape you could learn how to bring sexual ecstasy to women and have them begging for more.Well, do you think I watched that?. This new lover of hers wasn'tall that much to look at. He was definitely too young for her. Whenhad she started robbing the cradle? Did she change his diapers? Icertainly wasn't impressed with him. Clearly, she was merely slummingamong children until she could find someone older and superior.But this clumsy and foolish youth of hers kept getting in the way.No matter how I positioned myself, he always seemed to be standingdirectly between her and me. My plan simply couldn't work with. I best go....'' Before I could finish my sentence, she kissed me. ''I'm sorry but I...'' She kissed me again only this time she put her tongue in my mouth. It took me a second to get used to it but I did. We tongue wrestled for what seemed ages. When we pulled away, her eyes was full of sexual desire. She jumped off the stool and grabbed my hand. We rushed to the bathroom and slammed the door shut. We once again started tongue wrestling and before I knew it my top was off.She started working on.