It took place when I was sixteen years old.We had known each other for years. We went to the same schools, had the same classes since 5th grade or so....Back in the 6th grade I asked her to "go with me," which at that age meant she was my girlfriend. But it didn't last. We were both too shy, and it was just a silly crush.When I was fifteen, I had a steady girlfriend. I noticed Mary looking at me occasionally, and trying to get my attention. I didn't think much about it at the time.That next. That steely grace that only a woman who is in control, and knows her wants and needs, is able to express just by the way she moves.My third class that day was English Lit. It was mid- afternoon and the room was too warm. The air- conditioning was making a half-hearted effort to cool the room, but failing miserably. I could feel my eyelids drooping downward like a pair of old drapes.The teacher, Mr. Brown, was boring enough to put someone in a coma. He spoke in a complete monotone. I could. And when he'd started telling her to do things when she was offline, she had done them, too.And it had been fun. Very fun.Then they had met. Somehow this man who was interesting, literate, and intelligent had been physically blessed as well.He was tall, with deep mocha eyes that drew her in and kept her captive. Thirty minutes later and they were in his hotel room, fucking. She was tied to the bed and his prodigious member was sliding in and out of her wet, wet hole, while she begged for. "I am both happy and sad that you are growing up. You are right, and you do need to start preparing for your independent life and start making your own choices. It's ironic that after many years of wishing you would grow up a little, I now wish for more time with you as my child."I went to my mother and awkwardly embraced her where she sat. "It's going to be slow. Remember, it will be a couple of years before I leave for college, and I doubt I will all of a sudden stop coming to you for advice,.