I told you I’d give you the girl of your dreams for a birthday present. Do you have anyone in mind?”“Julie Allison. She’s the hottest girl I�...ve ever met.”“As hot as your mother?”“They’re about even.”“Tell me about her.”“Julie’s my age. She’s got a knockout figure, long blonde hair and huge blue eyes. She’s smart, too. Smarter than I am, I’d expect.”“Is she your girlfriend?”“Not really, but I wish she were.”“Why don’t you ask her to go steady?”“She’s not putting out. She’s teasing me and I need. We walked around the property and I talked about how I had decided where I wanted to live and why. She seemed to understand and I guess we had both calmed down from the frontal attack I had mounted against her. I think she now understood some of my pain and maybe, for me, it was something of a release to have her here and be able to confront her with my emotions. But it really didn't solve anything.I meant it when I told her I still loved her and just saying the words caused me pain and pushed. She opened her eyes and looked back, looking slightly irritated I stopped. Rose got up and pulled me up, then moved her hands to the back of my head and pulled me closer to her face. Our lips touched and parted for our tongues, which explored each others mouths and wrapped themselves together like two serpents. I have never felt such an explosion of ecstasy from kissing someone, but the feeling Rose gave me made my legs shake and almost collapse. Rose held me by my forearms so I wouldnt fall,. Perhaps I am exaggerating, or perhaps not. I do not know how these images still remain in my memory, for I am a very weak drunk, and it was a wonder I hadn’t passed out on the floor already. In fact, I did collapse on the floor – but before I did, as even Poornima confirmed the fact, I must have clutched at my daughter. My hands missed her shoulders, but not the swell of her breast. Poornima told me the next day that I fell on the carpet, my face buried in the bra that I had torn off her.