Moist?"You have become a woman."I could feel my brow contort. The thought of my new reality wasn'texactly horrifying. No. I had thought - nay, fantasi...ed about this sinceI was fifteen. In fact, it brought a crooked smile to my face."I guess you're okay with this then?" he inquired, almost as if he wasquestioning the question at the same time.Estuardo. Esty, for short. That's his name. We were classmates andfriends in the sixth grade."Yes," I replied.But I was super curious as to how this came. It was mid morning and the pale autumnal sun struggled to burn through the thick stubborn clouds.Mia was dressed, as asked in the email, in an outfit she would wear on a date night. So an electric blue dress that fell just short of the knee, snakeskin kitten heels and a black cardigan to keep the stiff autumn breeze off her bare arms. It was weather like this she wished she was with her extended family back in Mauritius.Sadly holidays were off the agenda. Mia was in a financial hole and needed. . I just poured coffee.” I stuck out my hand, “Karen Post.”He shook, took off his hat and slapped dust from his jeans.He came in ... sat down at the table ... took up his cup and made an exploratory sip. His face brightened.“What did you put in this?”“Fresh ground coffee.”“Tastes like chocolate ... sweet chocolate. Sugar?”“Just Coffee.”This is very good,” he said. “You gotta tell my wife how you make coffee.”“Driveway.”“I’m betting the ruts are so deep they cast a shadow at noon.”“Throws me all. " She then smiled, tugged my goatee as she likes to do, and exited the car. The sexual tension that has built between us at this point is a bit ridiculous, and I knew something was going to have to be done about it. Either I was going to have to give in to temptation and give her the best orgasm she's ever experienced, lol, or I was going to have to try to talk to her and tell her that I don't want to ruin this family-like thing that we have... sounds a lot like that bullshit excuse that.