I didn't have long Helen would be back in seconds. What if I got it all wrong? Didn't do the right things? Say the right things? I was a virgin once; ...id I get it right with him the first time? I remember a lot of fumbling but I also remember having the desired effect on him. So what am I thinking now? Yes I would, but worried about getting it all wrong? So have I decided yes? I feel I'm not in control of the decision. Perhaps this is the best way? Then I can't be accused. But accused by whom?. ‘It’s up to you whether you accept it or not. I don’t really care either way because I will continue seeing her even if you disapprove.’ ‘You’ve got a hell of a nerve talking like that to us. We’re your parents,’dad snapped. ‘I know,’ I answered, ‘but this is my life and I intend to live it how I see fit.’ ‘How do you know she’s not like her daughter and likely to run off with someone else,’ said mum. ‘That’s not very fair is it. Besides, any woman can go off with someone else,’ I retorted,. I hardly ever drink hard liquor anymore, and I coughed a bit as I accidentally inhaled some of the strong vapors as the Scotch went down. I felt flushed, and fanned my face with my hand. Kate threw hers back with greater aplomb and set her glass on the coffee table. “That’s the stuff!” she said, grinning. ”Yeah,” I gasped, “wow, that should do it!” While I was recovering from the Scotch, Kate was looking over the materials I had placed on the coffee table. “Does it really taste that bad?” she. And I will never forget the year that my older daughter brought her little brother over for Christmas. I do not want to sound ungrateful for those or any other wonderful presents, but this is the story of my BEST Christmas present ever. So what was it, you ask? I was six years old and as little girls do I had my first real crush. You know the kind…not on Donny Osmond or Michael Jackson, but on a real live boy this time. There was this guy at church. He was eighteen or nineteen. Being a good.