Uski age 35 thi. Usne deep neck blouse pehna tha meri najar unpe hi ja rahi thi. Unki batose vo pahuchi hui chis lag rahi thi par me khudse koi chance...nahi le raha tha. Me tv kam aur use jyada dekh raha tha. Usne ye notice kiya aur halkese has rahi thi. Mene unse puccha uncle kab aate he office se to usne javab diya hafte me ek ya do bar ate he par unka koi fix time nahi rehta aane se pehle call karte he. Muze control nahi ho raha tha. Use ye smj aa gaya. Usne puccha tumhari koi gf he to maine. “My name is Juliet—I assume the program is accurate and your name is Jim. Do you want to make love to me, Jim? I mean for real? You have already made me melt with your poetry. It’s as if I’ve already given myself to you.”I wanted to fuck her. If she wanted to phrase it as “making love,” I didn’t object. And, yes, of course, I did want to paint her. That obviously meant I wanted to fuck her as well. I wanted to fuck all of those I’d chosen to model for me, women and men alike. To want to paint. Well, on this day, I must have been day dreaming as I zoomed past a police car. Having clocked me traveling at excessive speeds, he pulled in behind me with lights flashing. Pulling over on the express-way, I kicked myself for not paying better attention. My heart raced as I really didn't want to get a ticket. I was scared and my mind went blank. The police officer at my window seemed just a tad older than I was. He took my driver's license and registration and headed back to sit in his. If it happened to you also before your eighteenth birthday, you will understand. It was the summer of 1962 and school was out . My parents both worked so a 'baby sitter ' was retained by my Dad to watch over me while they worked from one in the afternoon till ten each weekday. We lived in western North Carolina at lake James. I could take a well worn path through the woods and be fishing in ten minutes. I always had a passion for the lake and fishing. I was hitting puberty early--.