Well I met her in 9th or maybe 10th grade and from the first moment I saw her, I fell for her. I was in love. I guess it’s questionably unreasonable...to say this but it was true, my heart belonged to her and she didn’t even know it yet. Over a period of time, I got to know her, her name was Page. We shared classes together and I got a chance to talk with her and really get to know her. I guess I wasn’t really much of a cute guy but this didn’t stop me. We flirted, or so I did anyway. I couldn’t. "What's on?" asked Cindy, as she came downstairs and found her father watching TV."Oh, it's just an old re-run of the Dick Van Dyke show," said Dave. "Kind of brings back old memories, I guess. I loved this show when I was growing up, even though I'd have never admitted it then. I was in High School - about your age - when it was winding down and got cancelled. Back then you couldn't admit that you thought it was funny."Cindy sank down on the couch beside him, a normal, routine kind of thing. “Mmm, baby you’re so good at this…” he says, finally starting to give in to the lust. His hands are in my hair, helping me take more of him into my throat, and his pelvis is thrusting forward to meet my mouth. “Fuck yeahhh, I’m going to cum.” He states. I can’t let him finish though, because I haven’t gotten what I want. I sit up, and look him in the eye. He looks surprised, like either he can’t believe he let me do that, or because I didn’t let him cum. “Are you still mad, daddy?” I ask trying. ‘We’ve been seeing each other for a few months, now,’ Jennifer said, sheepishly. ‘He’s a Radiology Technician.’ Chris smiled and shook Brad’s hand firmly. ‘Glad to meet you, Brad.’ ‘Likewise, Chris,’ Brad replied. The trip home was quiet, until we were about 15 minutes from the house. A song started on the radio, ‘Far Away,’ by Nickelback. Unbidden, the tears started again. Just tears, fortunately. I felt my husband’s arms close around me, and he gently wiped my eyes. ‘I’m here with you,.