When we left, Timothy, ever full of energy, beat us to the car."I get to sit in the middle this time!" he announced."Well lah-de-da," said his mother...."Maybe I should sit in the back, like they do in the fancy cars, and you could be my footman and Bob could be my driver." Okay!" said Timothy.And that's how I drove them home.It was still early, in terms of daylight, but once we got back she told Timothy to go put his artist kit away. Once he was out of sight she pressed herself against me and. This didn't feel like it had the same ... substantial support."Brian, I give you explicit permission to touch me while we are dancing in any way that is appropriate for the dance. That includes my bare back and shoulders and probably later, if we aren't where people will see us, you can even touch my butt a little. I give you permission to kiss me when we're in private. My only restriction is that you please not touch me sexually, including touching my breasts or ... you know ... between my. Stores were mostly open, though there were some bare stalls. Greenville had a good men’s store and I spent a lot of money buying things that I wanted to wear, instead of whatever Tommy had available. The trip home was quick and easy. The GPS guided me straight to the door, and the garage opened when I tapped the button. Inside the garage was an empty space where Tommy’s parents once parked. The accident would have permanently retired whatever car once resided there.Someone must have kept the. I kept thinking of it the entire day. I somehow pushed 2 days after that and by Tuesday afternoon I again started thinking about her and felt very desperate. I called her and she did not pick up twice. I called her again after half an hour and this time she picked and sounded very normal and said “Tell me.” I asked her “Why did you leave all of a sudden on Sunday?” She said “I realized what was happening there and thought its better to leave it there.”I was confused and asked “So you were fully.