It increasedconsiderably when I was able to share my pleasures with Dorothy.I would be afflicted with a tingling sensation upon the surface of myskin;...a raising of my pulse rate; and a strange feeling akin tohyperactivity, which had the effect of speeding up all my physicalmovements and sending my mental processes into slow motion. In thesemodern times it would probably be dismissed as a simple case of NervousTension; but in my early years it was much, much more than that!It was never easy for. I could feel his constant worry about his loss of income and how it would affect his home loan, there was a chance they could loose every thing they had put into renovating the house.I was still feeling a little out of sorts so I just closed my eyes and relaxed still pondering my predicament. Hearing a sound I looked up to see the local policeman coming into the ward. "Hello there young Jimmy, seems like you are in a spot of bother" he said.My self preservation instinct kicked in, "how can I be. "Yes, Brian?" He took a deep breath. "So, is she really upset?" "Yes, she just told me she wanted to go to bed early," I informed him, failing to make eye contact. "Okay, can you just tell her something for me?" "Sure," I replied, looking at him. "Just tell her I'll always love her more than life itself, but she got to cut the shit out. Once she turns eighteen and she gets in trouble, she is on her own." "Okay, I got it," I responded, nodding. "Thanks, your mom did something right with you," he. After dinner we have at the terrace. The sunshine is still warm. Takes another two hours, before it sinks beyond the hills behind our backs.First fine friend my ballroom-dance partner, during last three years at secondary school. A tall beauty.We won bronze, silver and gold grades. Always first pair from our year. Naturally, I fall badly in love.No success. Still don't know if simply too shy for kisses? Gay, still in the closet? Anyway, who cares?Another boy makes passes at me. Complete.