We had coffee and we did not speak anything….and after the coffee in the kitchen itself i caught her by hair and kissed on neck this time bit forced...by and did not move…she was pushing me back and my hand was herOn the hair-pony tail and other hand on her left hand pressing towards me….she could not resist more and we were down on the floor kissing….it was a long kisses and the 1st great smooch….hmmmm and our tongues explored each other and she started moaning and with deep breaths she was. This was a lot more fun being at mom’s work after school because the guys in the warehouse where my dad worked as a foreman were much more engaging.One week after my mother’s departure, as dad and I sat on the porch after dinner I summoned up the courage to ask him why his relationship with my mother had always been so bad. He sat for a long time looking at me intently. Only then did I realize how beautiful my father’s eyes were. They were gray with a hint of blue. I had inherited mom’s green. If he’s still around, you and Captain Peters get with that JAG officer and have something drafted for my review before we kick it upstairs. If he’s a novice or a wuss, let me know and I’ll ask General Stilton to get us a good one.”“Yessir, what are your parameters?” she asked.“First, there are nut cases in California rioting and killing women. The civilians here with me, and me too, are research subjects who may be vital to fighting this new virus. We must be protected and kept alive, even if. I could now understand the cause of her being pissed off. I suspected that the personal assistant was young and beautiful, and that Tamara had her suspicions.We started working together in the water, and I found myself touching bare skin today ... skin that was normally covered by her conservative suit. I sensed that she was going out of her way to have skin to skin contact with me.I wondered where this session was leading to.I got a good idea when she asked if I could give her a massage after.