One day, I entered the examining room to give four-year-old Lizzie her injection."No, no, no!" she screamed."Lizzie," scolded her mother, "that's not ...olite behavior."With that, the girl yelled even louder, "No, thank you! No, thank you!"On the way back from a Cub Scout meeting, my grandson innocently said to my son, "Dad, I know babies come from mommie's tummies, but how do they get there in the first place?"After my son hemmed and hawed awhile, my grandson finally spoke up in disgust, "You. " Yeah, of course," she said, "I'm not a baby. Just as soon as my tits arrived I notice all the guys staring at them." Yeah, right," I muttered, not really wanting to go there. "Just keep out of their way, please promise me." Sure," she giggled. "I think a 5 iron to the green. You know I've never been a sex object before." Yeah, you're right, a 5 iron I think," I said. "Look, just be careful, ok?"Lunchtime came and went without any sighting of either couple. I didn't know what Carol and Jerry. Then there is Taylor, a large and powerfully built black man. His smile makes me weak in the knees despite myself. He, I think, suspects the strength of my sexual drives more than the others. He has made it clear that he wants me, and one day, he might get his wish. By midway through the day my cotton panties were damp from the moisture seeping from my aroused womanhood. Normally aggressive in bed, the idea of being bound by a man I don't know was as appealing as it was frightening. But fantasy. And at the night, I used to repeat this every day. This went on for nearly a week. Then, one fine Sunday morning, my parents and Rekha’s parents informed us that they are going out for a marriage, and they will be home only late night. Only, I, Rekha and my grandma were at home. That day, I don’t have any classes, since it is Sunday. I and Rekha went into my room, switched on the TV and started watching an English movie. It is a bit old movie, and it ends with a very hot French kiss scene of.