"Oh my," she said "when did that happen." "When I was taking my test," Icried. She held me and told me that it was all right. She explain I wasjust ha... an orgasm and that I was becoming a man. She told me that itwas there was normal for a boy my age and asked if it felt good when ithappened. I admitted that it did. She told me we would talked to meabout it at dinner. She then kiss me on the cheek.At dinner, she asked what I knew about sex. I told her the little Iknew. She then went into a very. "Billy is sort of cute though I'd never ever tell him so, but, while I'm distracted, Mel scoots across the carpet, grabs me, and plants a kiss on my mouth. Just like Billy would be supposed to want to. Her lips are soft and her mouth tastes of breath mints, where they pressed against mine my lips feel warm and strange, but good. The giggling starts then and we gradually drop into our top game of "I'll bet you wouldn't" and again I'm the target more often than not. We work our way back and forth. Cole, acting admirably the good old prating gossip, who lets every thing escape her when her tongue is set in motion, cooked him up a story so plausible of me, throwing in every now and then such strokes of art, with all the simplest air of nature, in praise of my person and temper, as finished him finely for her purpose, whilst nothing could be better counterfeited than her innocence of his. But when now fired and on edge, he proceeded to drop hints of his design and views upon me, after he. We were in the coffee house of the Pan Pacific Hotel having some drinks while Cleo snacked on a sirloin steak. It looked like it had been torn from a cow and covered with sauce and stuff before it was served. She stopped eating suddenly, looking positively ill."Anything wrong, Cleo?" I asked with some concern."I don't know, Kaid. I thought I saw someone from my past." Past? You have a past, dear Cleo? How in-deres-ding," I purred in my best Transylvanian accent."Don't play the Transylvanian.