He returned my kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth, wrestling mine with his own. The taste of his sweet breath filled me and made my head spin. H...s hands roamed my body, sending addictive tingles up my spine. High on his touch and intoxicated with his kisses, I was entirely shocked when he retreated."Okay, now come here." he commanded."I am here." I smiled through the confusion."No, no. Knees...here." He patted the space on the bed above his shoulders.The blood completely drained from my. I had no idea why it mattered what he thought, but it did."Are you sure you're only fourteen?" he asked in disbelief. I laughedaloud and asked him if I'd ever lied to him before. It was his turn tojoin me in laughter. I should have felt uncomfortable in his presencebut for some reason I didn't.Before I knew it we were strolling the boards. There was no physicalcontact and that was by design on both of our parts. We'd clearly setthose boundaries given our respective stations in life. It was. He was a bit older than me, ex-military, and told stories of having lived all around the world, finishing up in Asia before his discharge.He would refer to his “little woman” or just “his woman” but I never heard her referred to by name or as his wife. I was a little surprised when he invited me over for dinner on Sunday afternoon one weekend. Being a bachelor, I’ll take home cooked food anytime. He did ask if I liked stir-fry and I said I did.I guess after that request I shouldn’t have been. ‘This is JB Jack, the distinguished Jeffrey B. Holland.’ ‘How do you do sir,’ Jack said, shaking the hand of a guy aged 50-plus who looked no older than himself. The TV liaison officer came up beside Jack and said, ‘Introductions please Jack and I’ll whisk our two distinguished American’s off for our exclusive interview.’ Jack was about to follow when a smooth American voice said, ‘Hello Jack.’ Jack turned and almost stumbled. He was facing a quite beautiful babe, cascading brown wavy hair and.