His fingers continued to move gently through my hair as he spoke. Youll be making a mistake. The look in his eyes told me how deeply he believed what ...e was saying to be true, and it hurt me to see that I made me feel that way. Even so, I pushed on.If Im making a mistake, youve got to let me make it. And I might be, I admit it, but how else will I learn, right? You and Jon, and even some of the other guys sometimes, are always there to tell me what decision I should be making, and you guys were. She reassured me that Danalyn wanted her to be there and wanted time alone with whatever person got hurt in whatever way. I got thatand tried to ease her mind with silly jokes and dancing. It was lame but it worked and she cracked a smile. She got a nostalgic look in her eyes, paused and then said ‘This is why I couldn’t date you before.’ It hit me hard, especially my ego, but I was curious and itching for more.I never did get an answer to why we cried and never talked about dating ever again. He was sat next to me and I put my hand on his knee he turned to face me and said “Ok”, we faced each other as he shut the door and turned the interior light out. My hand moved further up his thigh as he leaned over towards me, he brushed my lips with his as my hand was caressing his inner thigh, his legs were parted.As we kissed tenderly his hand was touching my neck as my hand moved further up and was soon rubbing his bulge. “I’ve never felt so turned on before” he whispered, his lips moved. A woman who had practically raised him, and Allison too, since they spent so much time together.Allison wiggled in his arms, and he let her drop to stand on her own. Her bare feet pattered against the marble floor as she ran over to Mrs. Heegle. She gave the old woman a giant hug, and was hugged forcefully in return."Oh, Miss Allison, I feared you were kidnapped for good," the old lady said as she patted Allison's cheek affectionately. "What happened to ye? And who's this man that carried you.