“Well then, it’s for the best, isn’t it?”“Yep, think so.” And he carried her for the first time—he had thrown her around before, but thi... was careful, with her arms around his neck—into the shower, where he had her wash him, and where he took his time, soaping her up, rinsing her off, kissing her frequently and wide-rangingly, as if in approval of her every protrusion and nook, and laughing at each one of her always surprisingly witty jokes.…(Eloise) It’s interesting the rules we live by. The. I could sense the sadness in her voice and told her that I fully understood how she felt. All of a sudden she stood up and went inside her house. After a while she called me from inside and told me that she wanted to show me her photo albums. I walked in following her voice. She was inside her bedroom, sitting on the bed with two huge albums in front of her. Strangely, till this moment I had not noticed how she looked or what she was wearing. Now I recall, she was wearing a kaftan and her hair. I leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. She smiled again and we kissed some more until I had regained sufficient feeling in my legs to be able to stand. "Actually, love, " she said as I stood, " I really do need to go now," and we danced around again so she could go.Needless to say, we got more than a few strange and knowing looks as we came out of the cubicle stall.I was blushing almost crimson from the looks, but Becka threw her head back, with an arrogant, amused look, grabbed my waist,. I removed my hand and said “That’s a common sign of puberty.” Drawing upon my vast reserves of knowledge about the female body. By this time I was thinking to myself “How the hell did I get into this situation?” and I had a raging boner.“Puberty?” she asked. “What’s that?” “It’s the process you go through to become a woman.” I said, figuring that was the easiest way to describe it to a nine year old. “That’s weird.” She said, wrinkling her nose in a very cute way. “Yeah” I said, suddenly.