Sebastian paid specialattention to Stevie as she gave him the instructions on how to use themachine.Sebastian nodded along as he committed the details...to memory beforeStevie went back to her desk. Sebastian shrugged as he began sortingthe documents, thinking, 'This shouldn't be that hard', as he beganrunning off the copies. As the sets printed, Sebastian began to placethem on the floor to sort them.After the first hour at the machine, Sebastian's ankles and feet beganto ache. His back too. I could imagine."Bobbie, I can't tell you how close I came to fleeing back to the studio."While she was talking, Bobbie had reached across the table, taken the girl's hand and just held it tightly. When Joyce finished, she looked directly into Bobbie's eyes. After studying them for a few moments the woman began to bawl.Since Bobbie was sitting on the inside of the booth, Tom instantly jumped up to let her out. Gently but firmly he lifted Ann Henry out of her seat on the outside and seated her. ’ My mind was was asking ‘What?’ then I remembered the incident. There was a bunch of us, all about the same age, six or seven years old, playing in Len’s back garden. It was a very hot day, and Len had a small paddling pool. It was only about nine inches deep, but it served to keep us all cool. I had put on my bathing costume before I left home, a pair of woollen trunks that at that time were all that was available. The problem with them was that once they got wet, they took an age to dry out.. We couldn't do everything we wanted to do there. We had to end it and plan on meeting again. The anticipation of our next meeting kept me in wet panties around the clock. I wanted him. All of him. Very soon.Now to what the story is really about: our first time. We met in a remote location. Close to the lake during the summer. It was a hot, humid Kentucky night. Our emails had escalated to texting a bit. Our friendship had started. I wasn't worried about being alone with him anymore. He had.