I need to get going," she added, polishing off her beer. Before leaving, I suggested we go out for a bite to eat later. She thought it was a great ide... and gave me a kiss. oOo An hour later, she returned, "What do you think, honey?" she said, turning her head. "Wow, honey, that's beautiful." "It's called a Super Side-Swept Pixie. I'm glad you like it," she added. "Though you forgot to tell me one thing." "What would that be?" "That she's a knockout in that ribbed-knit mini-dress. I mean, did. Then she made her moves, which were more conservative than what she'd normally do."Young man," Mr. Woo said. "Hold her. Squeeze her. Play with her. Fondle those perfect breasts. It's in your nature to do so."Evelyn turned to see the horrified look on her son's face. It was both amusing and nerve-wracking at the same time. But to make fine art, sometimes it was necessary to break a few rules and push a few limits.She dropped her hands and exposed her chest once again. Her nipples had turned even. Pressman and accepted! I wanted to call her a stupid, silly bitch, but I had to be sure. Is&hellip, Is it Mr. Pressman. WHAT! she almost yelled. Look I&hellip, Mr. Pressman gave me this. Then I fished out the pamphlet I still had accidentally hung onto. It was crumpled but as Becky took it to look at it she still looked confused. Mr. Pressman was suggesting a discreet process of getting non-traditional government money to go to college. The look on Beckys face was pure horror. Oh My God! That. We both were getting a little dizzy and had to steady ourselves. Time seem to stop as we just stood there loving each other for a long time….….Still no verbal from her or me, except little moans and heavy breathing…..….Finally I was going to flat tell her I was in love with her…the words were hard to bring out, and I waited to get up the courage to say it…that’s when she spoke in a whisper….. ……(“…ken...have you ever fantasized about me?…I‘ve always liked you a lot for a long time… and I always.