I used to sleep with him every night, and he still sits on my bed. Like I said, it’s somewhat childish.”“I don’t think so darlin,” he said a... he wiped away my tears. “We all keep mementos of our childhood around as we grow up. I still have the blanket one of the retired ponies made me over fifty years ago. It is just an old knit blanket now and she made one for each of the children as a birthday present when we turned four, but she did it out of love. I still have it on my bed to remind me of. There wasn't any tension, I was relaxed and ready for anything. In my mind, I had already had her and there was nothing awkward about it. I couldn't explain it but it was like it actually did happen.I walked into the kitchen and looked around. Nothing was the same as I imagined it. It was better than I imagined. I watched her from the breakfast bar at the counter. With her back turned to me I had a chance to check her out. Yeah, the curves were just as I remembered but she was wearing a. "Tracy, you take my breath away."I gave her a peck on the cheek and walked in the house, leaving her standing at the door wondering what just happened. Her Dad had seen the whole thing and was trying not to laugh at his daughter's shocked reaction.I stepped forward and introduced myself. "Evening, I'm David Dawson."Now it was his turn to be shocked. I doubt any of Tracy's friends had ever walked up to her Dad and introduced themselves.He took my hand and said, "Tom Dole, are you the Bemoc my. It was 5:45 and the sun was still up good.I just pulled into a parking lot and told Karen not to stop and not to openher eyes. I went to my trunk and pulled out my goodie kit. I looked around,there were other cars there but no more then about 10. I went over and openedKarens door. I stuck the blind folds on her that looked like two eyepatches. I then put a large cheap pair of sunglasses I bought just for theoccassion. I started to pull Karen up out of her seat. Of course she couldntsee.