You do think I'm ugly." A tear trickled down one cheek."You are wrong," I told her, "both ways. I just think you're scared. I don't know why." I am sc...red. Scared you won't want me. That I won't be good enough for you. That you will send me away." I'm scared too, Kelly. Scared you will leave me." But why would I do that?" Only one woman has ever looked twice at me before you, and she was nearly seventy years old."She shook her head. "That is hard to believe," her hands were moving, unbuttoning. "I know this car's a tightsqueeze." It's fine," said Steve, folding his hands on his lap, squished betweenthe twins as he tugged down at his skirt ,staring at his smooth legs .He tried to look straight ahead avoiding eye contact, but it was toughto do as the boys began engaging him in conversation. It was mostlysmall talk as everyone was involved talking about sports, celebrities,and movies until finally they arrived at the restaurant. They left thecar with a valet and headed in as Melanie. It was someone from Channel 52, wanting to set up an interview. Mom told Vicky to take a message.I'm glad she did. We got seven more requests over the next hour. One of them was even from Salt Lake City. I had no idea what to do and Dad suggested I call Mr. Perkins and let him know what was going on and what my concerns were.I called Perkins. He was in a good mood. Evidently, response to the article had been good and he'd had inquiries about the next training sessions. He was ecstatic about the. I began to protest and say that her parents were due home anytime. She laughed and said they were gone for the weekend to some business retreat. Then she started kissing me. I knew she could my hard pecker through my jeans as she started to wiggle herself against it. I asked her what she was doing and she said she was paying me in her own way for teaching her how to drive. Then she dropped to her feet and started undoing my pants and pulled them down and grabbed my pecker. Her tiny hands felt.