Her lips parted slightly and then she turned again, taking three steps toward me and threw her arms around me. She looked up at me, silently asking me...to kiss her, and when I did, she responded eagerly. "Please teach me about sex. Please."I moved the dress off of her shoulders, allowing it to drop to the floor. She stood there before me, naked save for her lace underwear. I scooped her into my arms and moved to the bed, standing back and admiring her beauty for just a moment. Moving up. Stacey's house looked about the same as I remembered it, a little run down but well kept. The thing that stood out though, especially on hot days such as this, was that it had no central air so fans and window units were positioned around the house to try and keep it cool. Stacey offered me some lemonade and I got started setting up the computer in her bedroom. Stacey sat with me for a little bit but then told me she had a few chores to do so she left me alone, the computer and her personal. It was not pleasant being separated from my new bride, but we both realized we would have occasional separations because of the nature of our work. I took Katie and we flew to the city she was in, surprising her for the weekend. She cried tears of joy and we ended up being interviewed together by the local paper for the Sunday entertainment section. There were several pictures, including one of us separately, one of us together as a family, and even an individual picture of Katie. The reporter. Me: I’ll look forward to it.Of course I ran and told Mom immediately. I was suddenly nervous.“Well, Sissy, he’s going to think he has a chance to get some sex.”“Oh Mom, no. What’ll I do? I’ve got to get ready, come up with me,” I wailed.Mom laughed and followed me up to my room. At her suggestion I wore shorts to show off my legs and a tube top to show off my breasts and flat sandals. She talked to me the whole time I was fixing my makeup.“What will we do?” I was panicky.“Stay cool. Just.