If you have to know that before going out with me, then you shouldn’t date me.”“I like you, and want to go out with you.”“Even if you don’... know that?”Tom looked at me, bit his lip and looked at his shoes. He shook his head very slightly, then looked back at me again.“You’ll let me know before we get – intimate?”“I will.”“I … I think I still want to go out with you.”“If you really mean it, then give me a kiss.”“A kiss?”“On the lips.”Tom looked very uncertain. He seemed nervous, then he took a. Obviously Mrs. Alexander was wealthy, the house appearedalmost a mansion and the grounds leading up to it were nearly as largeas the entire campus. To my surprise, we were greeted as we pulled up bya tall young woman dressed in a maid's uniform. Mrs. Alexanderintroduced the woman as Carolyn, her personal assistant and maid. Icould not take my eyes off the woman in her short low cut black satindress and dark stockings and heels and I blushed as Carolyn curtseyedgiving me an eyeful of her bosom.. She was precocious and one of the sweetest children I had ever known. Her being here was the main reason that I brought Cindy here from the trailer park. Cynthia had spent almost as much time in my house as she had at her own. Naomi had taught her to swim in this very pool and my youngest daughter had baby-sat her too many times to count. We were closer than many families but sadly, we had grown apart since Naomi's death. Most sadly, that was my fault.The girls became quiet and then just as I. My eyes opened wide for an instant as I shivered at the sudden throbbing rush that pulsed through me. I cried out again and again, my breath coming faster, and the clamorous storm building. All of my feeling was turned inward. There was no apartment, no bedroom, only the rising intensity of my senses. He knew it was coming, and though he could hardly hold back himself, he slowed, hoping to delay the onslaught. But I called out his name, reaching for him, wanting him, arching to his mouth unable.