Merilee and I didn't have sex ... or I should say ... make love ... until May. She wasn't a virgin any more than I was, but we were being careful abou... our relationship. When it happened, Merilee was the one who decided it was time. She felt we were very serious about each other and she wanted to show how she really felt about me. I was just as sure I wanted to show her how I felt about her.We had made ourselves supper in my apartment above the garage after being out all day scouring the. ’ ‘So, you’re not doing anything about it?’ ‘I didn’t say that. I have not been thinking straight this past year, what with being slammed in gaol, and now having to try and get back into work while still thinking about the kids having to go to their grandmother’s house every day after school. I just haven’t had time to get my head around all of this until now.’ ‘So, what are you doing about it now?’ ‘I have been going through in my mind everything that happened in the lead up to her murder to. I got in front of the mirror and figured out just how far I could bend over before my panties would show. Three inches above my knees was barely OK. I got out the sewing machine and stitched in the new hem. Then, I took a nap before work. The night supervisor on my wing told me that the evening routine was different, so I’d spend the first shift with this other lady, Miranda. She was a tall, slender Hispanic woman, about 40, but still pretty good looking. She had a mischievous smile. We went. Low below it was my well sized balls with a well trimmed tuft of hair surrounding it all. I wasn't hard, but the sexual tension had made me grown a little. she took a deep breath as she looked onto my size."good. that's one secret i don't have to worry about." she said."what do you mean?" i asked nervously. "Is there something wrong with me?" no. quite the contrary. you're great. I'm surprised you don't have a girlfriend, with that tucked away?" she teased."So..why did you want to see me naked.