He washoping I would wear my green sequined dress and black hose and heels andhe could rent a tuxedo. We would make a stunning couple and be sure totu...n heads.Mike emailed me and asked me to be his date. He begged and offered to flyme into Atlanta first class for the party. He told me how perfect I wasfor this, how beautiful and elegant, how feminine and lovely. Howexciting it would be for him to have me as his date, knowing that theprettiest girl at the party, the one every guy wished he. She didn't budge, instead she moved a few inches closer. I kept on stroking and felt the bulge moving, growing. At that time she was working my hair with a comb but the strokes were obviously losing determination. I looked at her and she looked back, straight into my eyes. All of a sudden we both suffered from breathing problems and all I could do was place my left arm on her shoulders and neck as she bent over and kissed me. First with hesitance, but when she felt licking her lips her tongue. Like always, he seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. There simply wasn't a frame of reference for her to deal with his insight and compassion.She sat next to him and resisted the urge to hold his hand. They talked quietly about nothing for the rest of the night. When she left, she still wasn't sure if she did the right thing, but was happy about it anyway. She wondered if he'd ever understand just how nervous she had been."Hi Jeff, I was wondering if you'd like some company," an. "Oh, Douglas, He had to stay a few days longer on his business trip. So your putting will have to be put off." I could see the pain in my brother-in-law eyes, of not having the immediate gratification he had hoped for, so proud of an A. He had worked so hard for it I was sure. What could I do to make it up to him, for his brother's failure to be home to congratulate his young brother on a job well done? Maybe something appropriate to the course he got the A in Chemistry. I asked the downcast.