There came a post man with a post cover and standing in front of aunty’s house. He was screaming as post, post, post! Aunty didn’t come out side. ...o i asked the post man to give the cover to me and i will give her later on.He gave me the cover and went back. I thought of a plan that now only i will go inside and give the letter to her and i don’t want to miss such a great opportunity to see her. I went inside the house, it was so beautiful built house. I searched her every where in the house,. ." Oh shit is it...I'm sure Sylvia wouldn't see it like that" Joyce stop being a cunt...ok...your warned" and he stormed away before he said something he really regretted. "Oh" was all she could muster in reply. She joined a half pissed Sylvia in the garden, who was talking quietly on the phone. ".........ok no problem....tomorrow". "Who's that?" Oh temporary boss...names McPeevie. He's a hugeo fateo big bellyeo Scottish twat. Wants to see me asap. Told him I'd see him tomorrow...even though. 30 and as the weather was hot and dry we took it out into the garden. It was while we were finishing our food that she began to talk to me about me being eighteen and about girls and growing up in general.I guessed that this was going to end up with us having some sort of ‘facts of life’ discussion that I should have been having with her three years previously. I could not have possibly dreamed where it was actually taking us.She told me that she was sorry that we had not discussed these things. I smooch her lips. Her eyes widen, then narrow."You can do better" she says.This time, I brush her full lips with mine."Again" she whispers.I put my mouth on hers. Then my tongue starts reaching out. She opens her lips slowly. It's a first kiss. Not passionate, yet long, tender and full of promises..."hrmm".The bartender tells us we can eat now. We smile at each other and go to our table...Emma's really putting me under her spell while we're eating. She's been wearing a nice, simple yet pretty,.