But still I continued to maintain my distance, always leaving before the end of the night, never saying goodbye, and yet week after week he’d be the...e. Until one night he wasn’t. I was devastated, and proceeded to drink far more than was sensible. I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t there, he was always there, nor was he in any of the other bars. Finally as the heavens opened and the rain poured down I stumbled home, feeling dejected and insecure. And there he was, standing in my doorway,. It seemed unusually important to me, right then, that I imprint this moment on my brain, so that I could call the images up in the future and enjoy the experience all over again. I quietly took an inventory of us, the two of us, curled together in quiet bliss, silently taking in the newness of the night sky and the gentle rocking of the hull to sooth us.Beth Ann seemed to surrender to my mood. She ran her top hand softly up and down my chest, enjoying the feel of skin on skin. We shed most of. We were both breathless, and for a moment, the only noise in the room was our breathing. “That was my first kiss, sis” I said, and she giggled at me.“Mine too” she said still smiling. There was a long pause before she asked, “Do you want to go further?”In answer I grabbed her and she squealed with delight as I pulled her back to my lips. Her hands found my chest again, and then started to go lower. She found the hem of my shirt, and began to pull it up. I felt a tingle as the cool air rushed. “But if you’d rather go to jail...” I started to dial. Finally she woke up a little. She grabbed my shoulder. “No!” I turned back to her and waited. She went on, trying to sound convincing, “I really am sorry, Mr. Black, honest!” I waited for more, then shook my head as if disgusted and turned back to the phone. She actually managed to sound a little panicked when she stopped me again and said, “Please, Mr. Black! I’m sorry! What can I do to convince you?” That was what I’d been waiting for. I.