“I was wondering if you would like to join me for coffee up at the coffee shop just up the road from my unit?” she asked.“Sounds fantastic Eliza...eth, however, I am a bit of a distance from you. It is now two, say I meet you there in twenty minutes”, he replied.“Be nice to meet up again”, she said. “I’m sorry about last Monday but my sister wanted some help and her husband is interstate he is a teacher with the local university”, she concluded.“Hello again Elizabeth”, he said as he entered the. She was wearing that tight reddress and strappy heels that he had bought. Thank God she was OK. Paul's Jeep stopped further down the street. Parking outside was asking fortrouble in an expat Jeep. He got out and approached Habibah. What was up? Whywas she looking away? "Hi. Are you OK?" She spun round, surprised to see him. Her look of shock was replaced by thehard stare, no emotion. She grabbed his scruffy t-shirt and thrust her kneeup into his groin. He was wearing soft shorts and no. I thought Riley and I might go swimming or something, or just hang out. Instead we got into a conversation about the differences between boys and girls and stuff like that. One of the things we talked about was why girls like to dance and most boys don't.At some point I turned on some music and said "Come on, let's try a few new steps." Riley reluctantly agreed, and we searched for a station that was playing some dance music. I found one. We danced fast dances for maybe 15 minutes and worked up. I got an instant erection. I was feeling guilty, but soon that was overcame by one different kind of thought. I was 25 and my mother was 46 then. My family means me and my parents. My father was a state govt class-II officer, who always loved his job, friends in club & money. He never gave proper attention to me or my mom. For mom, my father was just a rubber stamp husband. So the situation had made us the mother son duo more attached to each other emotionally.But my father was not a bad man..