Mom then pulled out the big guns. The Look. Ever since we were kids, ifwe defied mom, all she had to do was level The Look at us, and we'd cave.Mayb... it was psychic, maybe sheer intimidation, but nobody in the family,dad or sis included, stood up long against The Look. Had mom kept it up,I'd've done whatever she asked to avoid that face, but she relented,actually looking guilty for having used The Look on me. She softly said,"Come on into the bedroom. We'll finished getting you. When she realizes I paused the story she looks up at me with batted eyes; “No, don’t stop; just ignore me.”Easier said than done I think, but I continue, trying to ignore her gentle, warm, moist kisses on my nipples.“So back at Betsy’s house; her and I would just watch TV or talk sports, like you and I do, until it was time to go to the Youth Center.“This routine changed the day after my birthday, and even though it was February I was in shorts and a Guns N Roses t-shirt; even in winter it was. Fortunately the dress code was casual and jeans were cool. I would dress for work with a panty-liner irrespective of the time of the month. At lunch I would head out to the local mall (lots of benches for weary shoppers to rest on), restaurants, or once even a bowling alley (I don't know why, because I haven't bowled in years.) I would take an hour-more or less-to get off and then go back to work in my mellow afterglow. After three years in that job, I took another computer job with a. I’ll tell it second-hand rather than trying to capture her voice. A year behind me in school, Em had finished her A-levels the year after me, but though gaining two A-levels with moderate grades, she had no interest in a university education. For a long while, she had been considering nursery or pre-school teaching and the local Further Education college had a well-regarded course in Early Years Education, two-years full-time, fully funded and with a small bursary attached for the ‘in-class’.