**** ****** **** ****** **** The next afternoon both girls were at his front door precisely at one p.m. Candy was wearing a tight white blouse and ev...n tighter white jeans that hugged her young curves. Ella had gray sweats on, but as soon as they were in the door she peeled them off. She was almost naked by the time Gary spoke. “Hey! Wait a minute…..” Candy stopped him. “Relax, Mr. Brown, we’re both eighteen, almost nineteen and we know what we’re doing.” Candy peeled off her blouse and was. So I started to slowly clean ever kennel one by one. It took me over three hours non stop work to clean each one. Every now and again I'd had to ask Russell where the cleaning stuff was and where to get hot water. Each time I did I noticed that there was less and less whiskey in the bottle and he was getting more and more drunk.By the time I had finished cleaning the last kennel I was ready to quit. I was sick of doing nothing but cleaning and getting no support from what was clearly an. We've already had two breakups, but can't seem to stay apart very long. I was overjoyed when I read his letter, delightfully embarrassed even, because he hadn't sent it to me before posting it for everyone else to see. The idea of going public about our relationship was originally mine, and now I'm very happy I suggested it to Keith. He changed more things in the letter than I would have. Obviously he switched our ages. In reality he's older than me, quite a bit older. But he's a lot. Who would know? No, no, I couldn't. But maybe a kiss or two and then I'll throw him out!His face was nearing hers. All through her the raging fire was burning, wanting, wanting to let him kiss her. She moved her hand just the slightest bit. Enough to let him know it was all right to kiss her. But when he did she giggled and pulled away."Hey, doll, come on," he said softly. "Who's going to know? Nobody's home is there?" No... no, it's not that. It's just that I can't. Why I hardly know you.".