I’m bored. Let me give you a hand job.”“Okay,” I shrugged, not really knowing what I was getting myself into. “Sure, I guess so.” But I re...ained on the couch.“Well, stand up, take those pants off.” Her eyes stayed glued to my crotch as she laid her book aside.I stood and swallowed. I’d never taken my pants off in front of anyone. The boy’s locker room at school didn’t count.“C’mon!” She opened the snap of my cutoffs and pulled down my zipper.It didn’t feel right, taking my pants off in front of. There is alot that we could talk about but let us watch our relationship evolve. Ihave to get back tomorrow by 8am but I'm planning on be back Thursday. Iwould love to see you Friday night. We could visit that special locallysourced restaurant in the Village."I've read about it, the award winning, oh the name is, but yes. I'd loveto see you Friday."So I had another date, a second date. As noon approached I sat andconsidered my letter to Jenn. I considered playing with Sam but insteaddid the. That Monday Simon was surprised to find Dorie Lou accompanying hermother to the bus stop as he waited for the school bus. The stop wasonly at the end of the block and Simon's mother was quite happy for himto walk the short distance each morning and afternoon. From the bus stop, Simon briefly watched Dorie Lou skipping along thepath as she chattered to her mother. Then he sensed they had realised hewas watching and he turned away as though to peer up the road for thebus. He continued pointedly. Whoever said that romance is dead has obviously been looking underneath the wrong stones when all they needed to do was pop down the old East End to feast upon a mushy slice of traditional Cockney lovey-dovey, sentimentality. Cor blimey, doo-wop, guv, wot a luverly Pearly King and Queen, it sure do make yer horse and cart weep. And, no, that isn't a small piece of grit in my eye. Dear Bazza BottykinsWords cannot express how moved I was by your plight. There you are home alone with a major bulge.