She was dressed casually but I could tell she’d primped for our encounter. “Hi,” I said, easily. “What is wrong with you?” she asked with a ...asty little tone in her voice. “Aside from aching to see you for five days, nothing. Why?” “Why don’t you want to fuck?” Her easy use of the word still startled me. “It’s not a question of want, Cheryl. We don’t have a place.” “I’m willing to go to your place,” she stated firmly. “Not a good idea,” I told her. “It’s kind of a dump. Not a good. Cindy was less than two months with child but this had been the eighteen year old's target, to get knocked up by her uncle so he'd have to marry her. The uncle, Reverend James J Gillis who had within the last year taken his lovely niece's oral, anal and vaginal virginities was unaware of his impending fatherhood and had he known his sermon might have been different.Cindy Ramsay was not the only teenager with a marriage fixation on Reverend Gillis. There was also his fifteen year old ward, the. We got on famously, and among other things, discussed The English Patient. We flirted, and next thing I recall was saying yes to: ‘Can we meet for coffee?’.In the book of life, is there a chapter on chemistry between two same-sex people, and how does one decode it? I was trailing breadcrumbs—started with rummaging through memories of my past. As a 12-year-old, was my attraction to my best friend’s mother (who looked like Brooke Shields!) sexual? I began questioning my long-term relationship. My 34C breast had just the beginnings of some sag to them but nothing that would turn a man away. I turned and looked at my rear and noted with pride that my butt still stood up high and proud, above my long, tanned legs. I had light brown hair that set off my blue eyes and came down just past my shoulders. I normally style it into either in a bun or in a ponytail but today I decided that I would wear it down. You see I had a plan for a quest and for it to work I needed to look my best.I turned.