Now I thought I was ready to try on the dress, but Maureen told me we wouldhave to wait because she wanted it to be perfect. She wouldn't tell me what...he had in mind though.The following Saturday Maureen still refused to let me try on the dress, butpromised me I could wear it the following Saturday. She had me take my twoweek vacation starting today so she could make sure everything would beperfect when I put the dress on.I was standing in front of the full-length mirror in our room. Presley shuffles back to the chair, stopping on the way and deciding instead to curl herself up against the window, the heavy woolen blanket pulled up around her shoulder, the boots still firmly tied to her feet. Watching the moon shine through the water stained windows Presley starts to feel the heaviness of sleep burden her eyes, welcoming the lengthy sensation of non-existence she gives into the warmth, titles of books and memories of her father fading into a sea of nothing. … Early the. And so have I. You look like you’ve got a nice juicy dick stuck in there and it wants to get out!”“No, I don’t! Just get me the stuff!”“Do you want me to come and do it myself?”“Look! I’m taken, and I’m not...”“So am I, but you’re hot! And your wife has you most of the time anyway! Why not save some for the rest of us poor boys?” By this time, he already had his hands clamped on the denim and was tugging at the buttons. Half of me wanted to fight him off, but the other half...“But...but what if. .. to catch your attention." OK, Amanda. I'm all ears." I want to... Ohhhh, this is embarrassing!"I just waited, saying nothing. She looked at my face, and seeing my serious expression she blurted:"I want to be with you." What do you mean, Amanda? You are with me even at this minute."She lowered her head and whispered: "I want you to make love to me. I want you to be my first..."I looked surprised. "Why is that, Amanda? After all I'm nearly 20 years older than you. Why not a boy, let's say, 15.