I had felt your touch on my arm earlier when I was getting down the wine glasses, and I saw it when you tried to press your knee against mine as we sa... side by side on the couch drinking the wine. I gave myself a little pep talk, “You can do this. Don’t give in. Another hour or two and he will be gone again; walking right out of your life, like he always does.” So, the night draws to an end and here we are on the porch saying our finally good byes. You linger. I press my back against the side. Candace is, as I mentioned, fourteen years old, and on this particular morning her honey-brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She was still in her pajamas — flannel pink, with a button-front top and full-legged bottoms, covered with little white "Hello-Kitty" icons. This comfy outfit mostly disguised her blossoming young form.Per our unspoken rules, I awaited her initiative, which could come right away or well into the day. Maybe she had homework planned first thing; or maybe she and her. She asked very casually that did I had my lunch. I said no. She came in my house and was enquiring why did not eat anything. I said that my mother had no time to prepare anything for me and I was not feeling very good to make myself something or to go to a hotel. She told me to come to her house and have my lunch. I said its okay I will manage. She gave me a rude look and said she will complain to my mother if don’t eat. I agreed and we both went to their house. She gave some chappathis to eat.. She asked me what I was doing all while turning her body to look at my feet, then back up. The sweat shirt fell forward hiding much of what I could see, except that her turning motion caused her breasts to sway up against the sides of her shirt showing me right where they were and that they were swinging back and forth. I groaned a little hoping my raging erection wasn't too visible. Mom smiled and stood up, they were visible, not like I would have hoped but they were still on display. Nothing.