The ENTIRE weekend is ours,” I kiss her softly. Picking her up off the desk by her waist.“So my place or yours?”*We end up getting dinner then h...ading back to my place. She lives in an apartment downtown above a restaurant and it wasn’t the quietest place. Kristin at one time had offered to put her up in our guesthouse but she turned it down. Kristin knew about my affair if that’s what you want to call it. She was also having an affair with someone she worked with, but divorce was not an option. Once I took a green almost ripe banana and peeled it. It was an experiment to find out what it felt like. Well, it was a little rubbery, softer, and spongy. I liked the hard unpeeled banana best.Getting back to Mr. Samson, by my junior year he began to notice that I no longer was a little girl. Men notice things like that especially when a girl's chest looks like two melons were stuffed inside her blouse. Every so often he would sneak a peak at my tits, especially when I wore a loose fitting. There was a little more discussion on the topic, but of no particular consequence. Mainly warnings about things that Julia was well aware of and had the solutions for already. Not to grope a girl in private, for example, unless there were several witnesses to her prior consent, so she couldn't complain about it afterward.I relaxed somewhat when the topic came to an end, as it was an extremely weird topic, and no one in this family had the least hesitation in mentioning anatomical details, using. But right now, I have no definite solutions. I simply don’t know. If she told me the truth and said I really don’t love you and don’t want to talk to you anymore, I would have been hurt, but I would have closure for the situation. One day, I was in a flower shop ordering some flowers to be sent to Jenova from a local florist, and in the corner of the shop I saw this little panda looking at me innocently. I melted! I HAD to buy it! So I did. My plan was to send it to Jenova, but I fell in love.