”Anna squirmed, the tips of her ears burning. She obviously looked embarrassed by her brother's actions. She glanced at the clothing and, shyly, sai..., “Dad, I need to pick up a few things.”Her father, a widower, flicked his gaze to the clothing section. At the sight of all those feminine garments, he cleared his throat. “Yes, fine, just meet us in the sporting goods section in about twenty minutes.”She nodded her head and slipped out into the clothing section.She needed a few new pairs of. “Steve here lost his sports bag, its ok… he’d only left it in the changing room but we were half way to his house before he realized he hadn’t got it. He’s getting forgetful now that he’s old and leaving school,” said Rich in a playful mock tone. “I actually hadn’t thought about this but we probably wont see you again now will we?” said Steve. “I don’t expect so, well I’ll probably be around on results day,” Miss Trottle replied. “Hey, schools ended, so you aren’t our teacher anymore – Rich. “I’ll start,” he announces, and I giggle at his expression. “Honestly Chanel, I never want you to run away from me again.” As his sentence progresses, he gets more serious, and I stare back into his intent eyes. “Honestly, I don’t want to run away from you. I never did. I guess I just...didn’t know how to handle what was happening," I confess guiltily, only now beginning to comprehend that I hurt him. “I understand. I hope I don’t give you any more reason to.” He hesitates then, and I wait. He kept stealing little glances at her ... at her face, at her figure, at her legs, which were in a new pair of nylon stockings. He made her feel feminine, alluring, and she glowed in an almost permanent blush. Eventually, she began to loosen up a little and respond to his banter. And finally, they were talking and talking and talking. The restaurant was wonderful. EVERYTHING was wonderful, though there were awkward moments, like when he wanted to order wine and she pointed out that she didn't.