I will have made my peace with myself, as well as with my God.Yeah, I know. That's heavy stuff for a fifteen year old. Like I said, once I put that ri...g on, I had matured in many ways. Now on to my dilemma, what do I do to curb that feeling of absolute power?First, I would keep it light. I mean, no heavy involved stuff, just some calling of girls, or women, someone that I fancied. Of course, that was going to be very difficult. Mom was about my ideal, as far as women were concerned. Even. She put on her dressing gown ans sat on the stool in front of her dressing table.Christine's hair was always up in a teased style with a big pleat at the back topped with big curls which was a turn on for me and I was pleases she had asked me.She said start like this by feeling through the hair for hair pins and pull them out.Her hair felt hard and rough from the hair spray and I felt like pushing my hard shaft through it but kept quiet.Soon all the pins were out and she said now pull out a. “I’m so going to get you for that.”I grinned at her and she said, “No. Don’t. No.”Her words were saying no but her eyes were dancing in delight, so I went for it again.We started to move and she took a deep breath, but at the last minute I changed my action and flung myself up into the air then fell backwards into the water. With her legs wrapped so tightly around my waist, she rode me like a cowboy at a rodeo as we sank underneath the surface amidst a fantastic splash. She’d let all that air. My grandparents emigrated just after the war. Mom and Dad were an arranged marriage, actually. Does it bother you that I'm Jewish?" Well ... no," I said uncertainly. I didn't think it bothered me. Looking at her more closely, I didn't understand how I could have not known she was Jewish. Suddenly, her unpopularity made more sense. There are not a lot of Jews in Minnesota."I've never had a Jewish friend before," I admitted."Is that what I am now?" she asked, almost caustically. "Your friend?".