They brushed hisshoulders when he moved his head and made him feel so feminine.He then took out an assortment of delicate plain silver rings, and slid...hem over his fingers, so that every part of every finger had at leastone ring on it between the joints, and on the tips too. By this time hewas finding it very difficult to perform any task with his hands, hisnails and his rings impairing every movement. His lashes, too, wereobstructing his vision and his enormous hairpiece was making moving. "I was thinking I could postpone the date a week. It might mess the schedule up a little." It's okay, babe. We can adjust." Darren reached out and caressed her hand."Good. Now you finish eating and go to bed. I'll take care of the kids tonight."Darren nodded as she stood back up. He felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders and began eating.Darren continued to work late for the next week. He had been looking forward to sleeping in Saturday morning since Wednesday. Stephanie told him. ..proclaimed as such by the Boston College sweat shirt...nearly as drunk as she was...wanted to know why the sad face.“Oh, I love a concerned man,” she sobbed. “This is my mom.”Time out for introductions.He staggered to his feet and kissed my hand, “Pleased to meet you.” He turned to a handsome man in the vicinity of my age and said, “This is my dad.”A second round of introductions, mostly slurred and generally unintelligible.Eventually, the conversation worked its way around to the. I had just turned sixteen and was beginning to think that I was grown up. I should act like it. I was a member of our high school's A cappella Choir group and our instructor had initiated the hayride as an outing for our group. On this night we had eight couples who attended and we met at a farm on the outskirts of town. I felt a bit anxious about the night as I was the youngest one of the group. The wagon was drawn by a four horse team and the night was cool but not cold. I had invited a.