.”“In all the time you’ve known me, you’ve never shortened my name, given me a nickname, called me by some little endearment. Why now, Tony? W...y now?”“I felt ... I’m sorry ... I just...” I wasn’t being very clear and I was probably sending messages that were as mixed as what I was feeling inside. “Geez, Allison, I don’t know.”“Don’t stop!” she said, turning fully toward me and pressing herself against me. “Please don’t stop calling me Allie. No one has ever...”“Shhh. It’s okay, Allie. I won’t. ..licking balls and giving dirty blowjob...'please no mister...not my ass....' gamesim fun discreet and lookin for nsa only wanna talk?i do2 Attachmentsi usually take the bus home after classes, but an offer of a ride on a cold dark night would be sccepted. my wet coat is cold so i remove it to feel the warmth of the cars heateryou smile...a school blazer, white cotton blouse buttoned up to the top...a green tartan skirt and white knee high socks....'thanks mister, its cold tomight.....i live. Then I would give him hugs goodnight. After mom went to bed if we were watching a movie I would scoot up next to him so we were touching. I did this for literally weeks. I noticed him getting more and more impatient and frustrated. One night I came downstairs when he was watching TV and I asked him for money to go shopping that weekend with my friend Lori. Again, I was in skimpy panties and a camisole."What did your mom say?" She said no, but I really want to go." I don't wanna piss your mom. Don’t cry, Mitzi. We need to talk about this a minute, if you can excuse us. I know that Darren and I would love to have you with us, but Dad may know of some legal reason why we shouldn’t. Just give us a few minutes. Ok?What are you writing, Mom?Just a release agreement authorizing us to allow Mitzi to travel with us. We could get in big trouble without something like this.Does this mean that she can go with us?If her mother signs this authorization, it does,Wow! Mom. You truly are the best. I.