I smiled , apparently my smile is quite seductive, and again kissed her. My hands got back into there old habit of having a mind of there own very qui...kly, I was out of practice and fortunately my body just went into automatic without me! I kissed her neck, her ears and under her chin, whilst my wicked little hands smoothed their way down the small of her back and onto her butt. She did have a rather nice firm and shapely arse I must admit and I enjoyed my groping probably a lot more than she. I slowly regained my composure. I knew not to make a fuss. I walked off as they laughed. I promised myself there would be a reckoning one day.I waited and watched until I saw the gang leave. They were jostling the mall patrons as then went. I saw Mom coming and she fortunately was on the other side of the walkway. She just shook her head as she noticed them leaving. I moved to intercept her. She was smiling, but her smile grew when she saw me. She quickened her pace and I followed suit. We met. The three of us moved as one.When we finished the form, Grace launched herself into my arms, hugging me fiercely. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry," she said over and over again, kissing my eyes, my cheeks, my lips, tiny little kisses of apology."You were right to want physical distance between us," I said."I know, and I'm going to do that, but not because I abhor what you did, what Mary did."Her answer thrilled me, and I hugged her closer. I looked over Grace's head at Mary. "You should go with her," I. You rub holes in your navy sweater where the thumb lives and eventually your thumb pokes through it, now you are covered, the sweater with your holes for your thumbs to live in shelter your wrists and most of your hands, compensating for your exposed bruised knees. Your Daddy drives a nineteen fifties Plymouth painted primer gray and it makes lots of noise but it does run. It has that old car smell of ripped leather, stale smoke, empty beer bottles and rotten padding, you get the pliers to roll.