"Shall we have a bath when we get home darling?" she'd say, knowing very well that I'd been looking forward to it all day and that the bath had alread... been drawn for us."Yes please mummy" I'd say and she'd allow her legs to accidentally drift a little bit further apart as my hand moved higher up between her legs.As we pulled into the garage at home, she'd wait for me to scurry round and open her door, then she'd lean back and reach for her handbag that she'd placed on the floor, her legs would. It's Mrs. Dennison isn't it?" asked the lovely blonde behind the counter."Lynette, please," smiled the mother in return."And I'm Marissa, Marissa Worthington," said the twenty-eight year old, her soft blue eyes radiating warmth. "Did your daughter find the material she was looking for in those books she checked out?" Yes, they -- and you were quite helpful. Thanks." Back for more?" I'm not sure. I ... well, I'd like to find out a little about the background of our house."The tall, slender. She is a real life professional who works in R&D at a very classified and prestigious company. After talking for an hour or so... cuddling… my heart thumping in my chest and her’s thumping in her chest (yes I could hear her heart beating when we were both quiet for a few seconds), I asked if she would like to eat now. So we had dinner and I opened the bottle of the sparkling and poured her a glass. We sipped on the champagne and ate our dinner talk a bit more. Except that as we ate and drank. .. Uhm, I mean, now that... Will you be my girlfriend, Judy?"All through my clumsy yet heartfelt rant, Judy's impish smile did nothing but grow wider, her cocked eyebrows arching higher and higher in quizzical delight. As soon as I blurted out my weirdly formulated question, Judy let out a theatrical sigh and raised her hand to her forehead in an exaggerated gesture of surprise. Giving her best rendition of a blushing damsel out of a Jane Austen novel, fluttering her eyelids and gazing raptly.