"If I thought you’d like a handjob,” I say, staring into his eyes, “I'd give you one as a special thanks.”Fortunately, Willy doesn’t seem at...all surprised by my move. He certainly doesn’t back away. Instead, his face breaks into a broad grin and he says, “Gosh, Bobby, I wouldn't say no to that. It's been a long time since anyone gave me a handjob."(Chalk one up to my intuition!)I match his grin and tell him, ”Okay, come over here to the recliner." I go to the cupboard for a couple of towels and. I saw you last night, Mary blurted out, shocked that she had even let the words fall from her lips. Anna pulled back in surprise, her face painted with worry for herself instead of her mother. Of course you saw me last night, I just got in then, Anna reasoned, hoping that her guilt wasnt creeping over her face and shining through her eyes. Her mother paused, wondering if she could bring herself to finish the confrontation, if she started it, though, she could certainly finish it. She finally. I remember reading about your first kiss and how great it felt for her to be in your arms. As I read I thought of our time together and how I felt being in your arms, being in your bed. I remembered the first time you touched me as a woman. You were so loving and gentle with me and the soft sweet kiss that we shared was nothing like I had never experience. That first night you took my hand and lead me to your bed for a night of endless lovemaking was so magical, that even now I have no words. I preferred believing these weren't "thanks for the dance" kisses; I wanted to believe they were "I like you" kisses instead. They were still quick simple little pecks, but my imagination made them into something more than they might have been.There was my birthday gift. Jackie gave me a mirror with butterflies on it. It was a little girl's toy, a music box, and the butterflies moved when the music was playing. But the song it played was "You Light Up My Life." I wanted to believe Jackie was.