I ask you if you would like to finish my popsicle for me. You, being the sugar lover that you are, take it and plop it into your mouth.It’s now that...I have your mouth full, I make my move. I slide off the couch to crouch in front of you, between those long, long legs. As I slide my hands from your ankles up to the edge of your shorts, I glance up to catch your eyes. And your eyes say it all, surprise and excitement. You can’t speak with the popsicle in your mouth and that makes me giggle. I. She was much at ease and I guess she was enjoying the ride here, a new found freedom perhaps. We stopped on the way for ice cream, another reminder to me that she was way too young for my advances, however one couldn’t help staring at her legs every now and then and imagine the sinful possibilities.It was she who then suggested we stop off at Lodhi Gardens where she could finish off her ice cream, not wanting to take it home. Seemed a weak excuse and it had me doubting her innocence.By the time. The stairs were narrow, barely two feet wide and very steep. My bedroom in the attic was very small only six by eight feet with slanted ceilings due to the roof. My younger sisters and younger brother slept on the second floor on each side of our parent's bedroom. Because I was the oldest I got relegated to the attic.Sure I had at times come home from the service for a visit, but I sometimes stayed with friends or in a motel. My grandparents, until their deaths had extra room for me so I. He went for his radio and pushed it to talk to the operator. He said a bunch of stuff, mostly gibberish to me; I do remember the last part though he sad “I’ll be back on in about an hour, please mark it as a 10-7B” “Ziomara, since you’ve never been arrested… and I certainly don’t want to tarnish your good record” he looked back at me with lustful look in his eye “I have a proposition for you.” I didn’t answer; I just kept looking at him. “We could go somewhere and take care of this.” .