I must have groaned aloud because she urged me not to make too much noise for the sake of the neighbours. We both laughed. We both took another sip of...wine, as she moved her hand back down to me knee, then lightly trailed her nails long my thigh and back to my cock. She wrapped the half-fist of her hand, thumb up, around my shaft, and began a very basic, almost primitive, up and down stroke. With her thumb pointing straight up, she applied extra pressure to the ultra-sensitive spot below the. "You know, Little One, that I now owe you, and I always repay my debts. Maybe not right away, but I will get them repaid, so — watch out!" We've got to talk about tonight." What's tonight?" The Homecoming Dance! Gee, don't you guys pay attention to anything? For two weeks they have been talking about it at school." Who is 'they'? Girls, probably. For two weeks I have been talking about football. So what about the dance?" Well, you are supposed to be polite and ask me if I will attend the dance. Katie gave me shit all the time about me not making it more environmentally friendly, she didn’t buy the fact I put all late model parts in it, I went with an LS7 with all the same emission reduction of a new corvette, well sort of. The rest of it came out fantastic. I was getting offers on it every time I took it out, I had stopped taking the Chevelle out after the third time being vandalized. I had even had to start going to a gym thirty minutes farther away. The town didn’t know the Camaro. I have to admit that it is a nice feeling to know exactly where you stand with someone and that they are willing to accept you regardless of the situation. To know that I can still be deserving of someone else's affections even with all that is going on in my life. She knows that I still can not push thoughts of him from my mind and yet, she accepts it and still presses on with me. She continues to come visit me, stay with me, talk to me like young lovers should and there is never any question.