He would hold them up to his face and then he would take me to bed.”Mom looked at me and asked, “Would you like to take me to bed?”I looked at M...m. She was wearing one of Dad’s old button shirts. The bottom half of the buttons were attached. I could see the area between her breasts and the roundness of them excited me. I took Mom’s hand and led her into her bedroom and over to her bed.Mom asked, “Would you like to take your father’s place?”I asked, “Just what does that mean?”Mom replied, “Well. How lame can one man get? That was the worst of it. But there was an up side too. If there was one woman on the planet to whom he had to make that admission to it was Maureen. For some reason telling her was like coming clean, like making it OK. In a kind of up side down way it was a really good thing to be a virgin all of a sudden. Now when he lost his cherry, it would be with Maureen, a girl he really deeply truly loved. When it happened she would be on hand. She’d be the one. He’d be giving. Meri saase bhadne lagi or mera seena zor zor se upper niche hone laga. Jabhi mujhe unki garam saase meri nabhi pr mehasus hue or pal he mein wo mujhe waha chumne lage.Mein to madhosh pagal si ho gai or bistar pr tadap kr rhe gai. Unke lips meri nabhi se chilte he mere pao thode upper hue or meine dono hatho se chaddar ko zoor se pakad lia. Akhe zor se band krke mein apne lips katne lagi. Unki aag or badne lagi or unhone apni tongue meri navel me rakh di or lick krne lage. Mein puri pagal si. S Army. Why couldn't some of the women that I tended to meet be shorter than me, I thought. But, what the heck, as Frank Sinatra once sang: "The taller the tree is the sweeter the peach." "No boyfriend tonight?" I said. Okay, I was fishing. "Broke up. A couple of weeks now. Thought I'd get out and socialize a little," she said. I smiled again; this was looking good. We talked for the rest of my break, and when the last set was history, she was still there listening and sipping her wine. I.