She tried to think of an excuse to get him to leave as she saw Marcus coming down the street.“The guest room has not been cleaned for company so I n...ed to get that ready but it will take me to tomorrow to do that. There is a nice motel at the edge of town, Motel Haven, that can put you up for the night,” as she again tried to close the door.By this time Marcus had reached the porch and muscled his way inside, peeling off his tee-shirt, giving it to Leah saying, “Cover yourself girl. Ain't no. I'm a Senior in High School. Just so you can get a mental picture, I'm 5' 1" and weigh 95 lbs. I have blue eyes, blonde hair, and wear an A cup bra, and I'd just turned 18 a few weeks before this event that changed my life.I was home alone after school one Friday afternoon when my Uncle John called. (He's my dad's brother.) Dad was still at work, though. When he asked if Mom was home, I told him she was off on another of her trips with her sister – my aunt, Joan. That really set him off for. )She looked over the whites, checking labels and vintages and nodding approvingly. “Cam,” she asked, “were these all your selections?”“No, sweetie. This was stocked by my master sommelier. Guys who pay far more attention to these things than I ever did, all tell me that they’re good.”“They certainly are,” she agreed. Then she took a bottle of white that she said was getting dangerously close to the end of its prime, pointing out that they had a much shorter shelf life than did fine reds.The. When I returned with an armload, she had comforters and pillows all laid out before the fireplace, waiting. I smiled and lit the fire without a hitch. Then we settled in and waited for the heat. She snuggled close to me as we stared into the flames.We drank some more wine, talked into the night, and dozed off in the blankets. I awoke suddenly and it was still dark outside. I looked down to see that Heather had backed into me, snuggled up in my arms. We were quite warm from the fire and she felt.