I've smelled a lot of women's hair since that day, but none of them smelled quite like Betsy Lou. And nobody ever smelled as good.The other thing I no...iced was that my dick was starting to get hard and it was a little tough to walk. I immediately started planning how to get may hands on a Playboy or two after school to handle it. It never occurred to me that the reason for the sudden growth was walking a foot and a half to the left of me.Betsy Lou got quiet all of a sudden, and her eyes seemed. She felt so good in my arms, and her mouth was warm and yielding. I learned more about kissing in a few minutes with my aunt, than I had in my entire life. Our lips separated, and she opened her eyes, looking into mine. "You can't fuck me, Jeremy. Not here. Not in the car with Colin right up front."Her words almost set me off. So much meaning. So much unsaid. I couldn't fuck her. That was the limit? Everything up to that was Ok, then? And it wasn't that I couldn't fuck her. No. I couldn't fuck. Ms Soon, the Korean person who was the point of contact between 3408 and the rest of the world, wanted to know if anything was wrong. She video comm’d to 3408.“No,” she was told by the person assigned to the radio that day, one Rafe Allerington, “We’re just very close to the end.”“Ahh,” said Ms Soon. “Don’t work too hard. We don’t want to have anybody burn out.”“Right-o,” said Rafe. “Gotta run. I’ve got a regenerator to rebuild. It burned out last night.” And he clicked off the radio.Two weeks. He smiled down at her and asked her to stand up and close her eyes for him. She smiled up at him and he helped her to her feet. She was puzzled but waited with her eyes closed.He said, "Okay, open your eyes sweetie."She opened her eyes and saw him down on bended knee holding a ring box. She gasped and smiled. He opened the box and nestled in the box was an Irish Claddagh ring. She smiled because she knew what he was going to ask.He looked up at her feeling a little nervous.He said, "I know we.