" Sure, Max," Luke yelled from his seat, stretching as he prepared to begin his day. He stood up from the bed and walked over to a nearby mirror, puzz...ing as he looked over himself. His dirty-blonde hair was awfully close to his shoulders - his older brother always made fun of his "shag" - which made Luke wonder if he should also go to the barbershop while he was at it. He had shaved the night before, revealing his full lips and cleft chin. His body wasn't as built as he had hoped but it wasn't. "So many of my conversations with Becca have centred on you."Nell edged shyly forward and held out her left hand to him. On her finger was a brand new engagement ring."Nell, my sweet!" Steven whisked her off the floor and kissed her. "Tom's a very lucky fellow. How super! Becca will be thrilled." Please don't tell her, Uncle Steven. I want to do it myself." Of course you do, my dear. Not a word, I promise, although Isobel may have let the cat out of the bag by now."Nell shook her head. "I've. Well ... No, I don’t think I would. No, yes, I would. That is, I would like to. She, like you, is slim and firm and lovely; and I’d love to ... have sex ... with someone like that, like you. But you are too young. Too young for me, I mean. No! Stop that.” She had dropped her pyjama top and let the shorts slip down. She was standing only in her pants. They were small, like high leg shorts, made of lacy material, and lined with lace round the legs. She slid her thumbs into the waistband. “No! Do. Recently she has started sending me greeting cards. What makes it special are her kisses on it. She'd write her note and the she'd kiss on it to make the lovely impression of her beautiful thick well shaped lips! Well what a way to send greetings right?If you're reading this till now I know that you'd be wondering about the most obvious - the physical part aka the sexual. I hate to mention it here. I consider it as being disrespectful to her, her friendship and her trust even though I'm not.