"Why, they're black,* she said in surprise, "strange colour for candles, and look, they've got some sort of weird writing on them when you look closel...."Lighting the candles before you both sat down to watch a movie, your wife marveled at the strange colour of the flame which was a sort of greenish colour.The movie soon proved to be rather boring, and your wife found herself idly staring at the candles rather than at the T.V. The candles weren't in the least smoking, and yet, on the wall there. It was the mid-sixties and early seventies.We are now in our early sixties and for years we never spoke of our teenage “sins”. But, recently, having found many others sharing their experiences on the internet, I decided, that unlike our first tentative encounters in which my sister tended to make the first overtures, I would share some of the stories I had found with my sister and see how she reacted. The stories proved both enlightening and exciting, and although we have not actually had the. Right now, I had too much going on, and a big chunk of the stuff in which I was involved had nothing to do with just being a kid in high school. This was a reminder that people relied on what I did and the money I earned, and that’s an uncomfortable burden for a high-schooler. If a lot of the people in the room hadn’t been my family, I might have bailed.“I asked all of you here today not just to do a year-end review of all the businesses but because I’ve been approached with an unexpected. I had told my parents that I was off to Windsor, not unusual some Saturday's to a Jazz club where I always stayed overnight at a friends place. This Saturday though was to be so different.I turned up at his house just after 2pm. Once again he was in a dressing robe when he answered and as soon as I was inside the door, he started to snog me. I naturally responded enthusiastically. He then showed me a lovely silk dressing robe, similar to his, which he said he had bought for me to wear on my.