About half way up the outer aisle I noticed that Mike Germaine and his seventy-four-year-old mother, Ms. Patsy, were waiting for us at the rear of the...sanctuary. I took a hold of Lynette’s hand and steered her over towards the forty-ish year-old man and his elderly mother.“Mike, and Lynette, is it?” Ms. Patsy said as we stopped by them. “I’m Patsy Germaine, and I just wanted to let you know how much your Grace song ... how much it meant to me, this morning.”“Thanks,” Lynette and I both replied. “I just changed my closet over and I like hanging everything up. No ironing if I catch it in time. Fresh from the dryer before it has a chance to wrinkle” she tells me while waiting for me to change. I undo the button of Amy’s shorts and look into Lori’s eyes. She is watching me and sees me looking at her as I slide the shorts down my legs. “OHH good your panties look like mine feel” she exclaims as she sees my wet panties and the kleenex that has long since been rendered useless. “Do you want. I had no sexual feelings whatsoever. And when she ran, crying, and threw herself at me, I felt…well, tenderness. it was unprecedented. She had no way of knowing that we were less than a mile from my estate. Amazed at myself, I cradled and comforted her as Jefferson drove us the hill to home. It was a very near thing. The closest I can ever recall to making such a mistake. Unavoidable business kept me from seeing her in the morning, before after two hour’s sleep Jefferson drove her to her own. Is anybody else home? Alex asked. The house was completely quiet. I dont think so. Tara replied. Follow me upstairs, Ill show you my room. Was this really happening? Was he seriously going to be all alone with this girl in her room? This seemed too good to be true, but at the same time Alex was also extremely nervous. He wondered if he had a shot at sex with Tara today. It seemed unlikely, but he had gotten this far, right? They walked up the stairs to her room, and as Tara made her way up the.