A universe where even though I'm embedded inside your flesh, you have reached and claimed places in me more heated and intimate than what we discover ...ithin another's skin.You cry out then and I know that sound all too well. I've met the inner peak, the almost too sensitive zone hiding in your slippery, tight tunnel that no one else can reach.I know your body the way you know mine. We need no guide to one another, no demands or pleas to help us discover what signals every nerve towards. You're just a child!" He almost bit his tongue after he said it... why he was beginning to sound just like Laura, for crissakes! Why was he always letting MaryAnn get the better of him? Obviously, she wasn't quite the child either he or Laura thought she was, as he gleaned from her answer. Batting her long silken eyelashes as she had seen her mother do, she replied."I'm not a child, Daddy," she called him for the first time, "... I'm a woman. Can't you tell?" Fine..." Don answered gruffly. "Now. “I hope you are serious and not just teasing me. I mean, this is like the first time you ever talked to me is all.”“Oh, I’m definitely serious, girl. That’s for sure. You are fine and sexy. So what’s your name?”“Carly. I’m only a sophomore.” Sometimes you say the dumbest things when you are nervous. But what would you do? I mean, here I was, barely 15 years old, 5-3, 110 pounds, all frumpy and totally not dressed to impress in just my yoga pants and a Tee after a workout with my blonde. I was sitting on the sofa with Marianna, just enjoying a beer and conversation with my former girlfriend. We were talking about our friends from the past and what had happened to them. At one point, little Nicole came into the room and walked to me, holding out her arms, wanting me to pick her up I assumed. One hand gripped the sopranino recorder I had given her. I obliged and she sat on my lap before handing me the recorder.“Do you want me to play this?” I asked her.She nodded, being a kid of.