It all started with casual flirting. She flirted. I was casual.Hell, she flirted with everyone: men, women, and even the bartender's mangy tomcat. Whi...e I enjoyed the sometimes risqué banter, I never considered Darlene as potential girlfriend material. She was a young vixen, and I was an old wolf. I amused myself trying to sneak a peek down her blouse or up her skirt when I thought she wouldn't notice.One Friday night, the stars governing our relationship aligned like the bars on a slot. ”“T… training session?”“Yes, your father insisted on it,” I said. “He wants you to become the perfect cuckold,” then imitating George’s voice, “or I’ll know the reason why.”“So why all the leather, and chain mail, babe?”“Now you see, hon, that’s one of your problems right there. I may be a babe to most men, but to you I’m a wife now,” and I flicked a finger at his upright tower of helplessness. “You need to learn to respect me, as well as adore, and love me sweetheart, and that’s what we’re. Justin came over and gave Nora a wine cooler and me a beer. He had asked Nora a few minutes earlier if she would like something to drink. He always knew to just bring me a beer.A couple of the older kids (pre-teen) came over and talked with Nora and me. They told us about playing ball and asked Nora if she would like to come and see them play.Nora looked over at me, "Well it all depends on your grandpa. Let me talk with him and we'll see if we can make a couple of games." The kids were. "Oh okay Miley....Wow I look like a lil girlnow I do not look like I'm 18 at all anymore. Do I? How old do I look toyou Miley be honest?" As I don't notice her smiling as she stares at mylong smooth legs and my smooth arms and hairless arm pits she finishes upon my pigtails. We stand up, both of us in a pink nightie."I guess you look around 10 maybe or almost 10." What Miley you have to be kidding me? That's messed up, I'm a teenager.I'm 18 and I'm a big girl I mean a big boy." I hear Miley.