?They kept seeing each other, and she enjoyed every second intensely, but ever so slowly she was starting to worry. She already knew she was in love w...th him, and she was starting to reach the point where the desire and sheer need to tell him how she felt and find out if he reciprocated, was starting to become unbearable.What worried her more was his physical reticence. He was warm to her, oh so careful, opening doors, etc. but the physical aspect was... absent?After two months (and she was. Smiling, Stan indicated the other packages. There was more tearing of paper. Anne's contained a sapphire and diamond pendant necklace. Denise's was identical apart from the stone — hers was emerald. Together, Anne and Denise kissed him, one on the cheek while the other kissed his lips, then alternating. Afterwards, both ladies put on their necklaces. Each admired the other's and Stan was the happy recipient of yet more cuddles and kisses.Finally, Anne pulled away and said, "So you'll not be. " Do you think you could come by the house Saturday morning, say around 8:00, to take me to the library?" Well, sure, I could do that," he said, puzzled at the odd request."And, Ron, I hope you won't think less of me for this..." For what, Muriel?" I'd like to tell Julie that you're taking me to a Neighborhood Watch meeting. So I'm hoping you'll go along with that." Okay... why do you want me to say that?" I need a good excuse to get out of the house." Is everything all right? Why..." Ron,. ’ At first I thought I was imagining it. But when her fingertips didn’t let up their stroking, only now touching my skin, tickling my instep, softly rubbing up and down my toes, I felt goose bumps race up my back. She looked up at me. I was aware of the way my chest heaved and my face was flushed. She smiled. ‘Tell me, Miss Summers,’ she suddenly asked, ‘those ornaments on the metal bar, they are more than decoration, aren’t they?’ Her fingers opened the buckles while she waited for Anne to.