"Thanks" she said, but gave me a funny look.A few more days passed, in the same old boring tasks. I couldn't wait to get back to my usual desk, doing ...y usual paperwork while surreptitiously surfing the net. The only upside of my present task was working with Carol, who was loosening up a bit and becoming easier company. Though I got the impression that at times I irritated the hell out of her."Have there been many other girlfriends before Fay?" Carol wanted to know one day."A few. In fact,. Something had changed between them. They again shared a long passionate kiss. Bill scooted to the end of the couch, turned Joan so her back was toward him, and gently laid her onto his lap.She offered no resistance. Joan, her neck and head cradled in Bill's right arm, smiled up at him. He was gazing into her bright hazel eyes. Bill wrapped his left arm around Joan's waist and, with his right arm, pulled her face toward his as he bent to kiss her.They kissed again. Only this time, they kissed. We were not going to let slacking off keep us from playing baseball or out of a suitable college or university. The first year was a drag for us until baseball season started, then we began to "live."Tommy didn't need much special instruction, but I had the advantage of attracting the attention of one of the volunteer coaches who had once been a professional pitcher who specialized in the knuckleball. How lucky could I get!? Mr. Aston helped me to polish my delivery so that my windup looked. I'm sure that's why I enjoyed doing chores for her as a teen. It allowed me the opportunity to indulge in my fetish also. By now, she had a different house and her clothing would eventually be closeted in her own room, where I had limited access.One day, my mom asked if I would stop by my aunts to drop off some flower bulbs for her. I happily obliged, knowing my aunt would be out showing homes and I knew where the spare key was. It would be a perfect time for me to look through her closet for.