The springs gave a small protesting squeak despite her modest weight. "This really is great," she repeated. "I've waited so long for us to be together... I know it sounds tacky but its how I feel". I slid an arm around her, pulling her close. I didn't feel the need to say anything and instead just leaned over and pecked her cheek. I looked once more into her eyes, those big round eyes that seemed to bore into the very depths of my soul. Some people would have found her eyes unappealing; too large. Its not the thrill of being caught, and I never have, but its the different situations and places that get me going.One time I remember was when I was in my mid-twenties.I was driving a transit van on my back from a delivery. The drive wasn't very long, about one and a half hours at best. I was making good time and it was a really warm day and, as always, I began to feel really turned on.Earlier that day, I'd bought myself a lads mag. I usually can wait until I get home so I can watch some hard. " I looked decent so she let me. It was a wide sidewalk. I asked, "Do you live here? This is nice."She said, "Yes, with my parents when they are in town."I said, "I haven't been in the city before. Can you get on the roof and look around the city?" There is a patio up there for the tenants to use. I bet you want me to let you up there." To be honest, my friends and I wanted to get high but didn't want to light up here on the sidewalk. You can join us if you like. My name is Britt, and this is. Eleven thirty? At Marconi's?" Sheturned and sauntered away, her hips swaying in a most deliciouslyfeminine manner."So, you were saying?" Marcie's voice interrupted John's puzzledthoughts."Oh, nothing." He turned and walked back to his office, a frown on hisface. Things seemed - wrong. Rachel? He didn't recognize her. Andyet, something seemed familiar.... The answer hit John like alightening bolt. Rachel reminded him of Ray. Facially, she looked likehis sister. John poked his head.