. um... forget anything." Oh, then why did you ask me to come pick you up?" I... I... um... just wanted to see you again." I blushed a lot. My face fe...t so warm."Oh, did you now? And why did you want to see me again?" I just blushed. He took my hand and led me to the couch and we sat down together. I was nervous, but I had to tell him."I dunno, I just... ummmmm... I guess I like you Mr D." Oh, in what way Brat?" You know. That way!" I must have been bright red."I see. You know, (my friend) and. "Well Mark, it's a relief to see you so happy. I'm also gladyou have finally decided to take care of that way too long fuss youcalled facial hair. Me and dad had been slightly worried about you,given how much time you have spent in your room lately, but clearly thatworry was ungrounded," his mother said."Oh yeah sure mom, no need to worry about me. Everything is great andfor the beard you can thank Lisa, she really managed to persuade me togo clean shaven from now on. Anyway, I'm back to my. I was betting we were going to make something out of this. Something permanent.But, just as Coach Betsy had advised from the start, I was not rushing anything. I wasn't pushing for anything, asking for anything, pressing or pressuring. I was eager, but not impatient. Far from it. I felt in control. If Shirley let me know she wanted me to escalate matters, I felt as if I could rise to the occasion -- no pun intended.If Shirley needed more time; if Shirley's current source of personal stress --. Our next meeting was due for Saturday evening with plans for a meal followed by some horny fun - the only problem was that Suzy had her eighteen-year-old niece Saffron staying with her, and she was tempted to bring her along.“Do you think she would like to come?” I asked Suzy.“Yes maybe as long as you guys promise to be really charming,” she laughed.“I’m sure we will both be on our best behaviour.”“You had better be - I don’t want my sister finding out about my dodgy friends.”“Or how pervy you.