)I am helping her dry her hair now. We are weaving in and around each other, becoming quite tangled in each other’s limbs, torsos, beach towel, and...smiles.I take a chance, impulsively darting bravely forward, and steal a kiss. She lets the kiss linger. Our eyes open before each other and the chemistry, lightning bolt, pheromone, chromosome, oh how I want to hear her moan....HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!! HONK!!!!!!Damn tow truck destroys our moment, and we find ourselves untangled, startled, and she. The woman walked up the path from the gate. She was good looking and red-headed. Her uniform had obviously been modified to fit her closely without appearing tight. Full breasts, narrow waist, slim hips. Her trousers followed shapely thighs. She had a lovely smile."Good Morning. Say, haven't I seen you at Still Waters?" Yes. I'm Mary. I spend a lot of time here, now. How are you? " Fine, thanks. This is for Mr. Chance. Will you sign for it? Number four." Sure. He's busy right now... Here you. As he turned round to enquire if we wanted anything else, without even so much as a blink in her eye, she said sweetly,"No thank you Mr Patel, I think that's all for now" and she peed over my hand!We were still laughing as we ran upstairs to the flat,"Bloody hell mum" I said, "That was outrageous!" You ain't seen nothing yet" she said in the worst Mae West impression I'd ever heard,"Is there a flash on that camera?"I was getting to be quite an expert at lighting the Barbie, it actually caught. I sat beside her, and audaciously put my arms around her. She cuddled up close, tears still flowing, and her arms held in front of her with her hands on my chest.I rocked her as I shushed her. I couldn't help but smell the fragrance of her hair and the perfume she wore. It was making me a little giddy and excited. She was soft and beautiful and definitely female, after all. She was all a seventeen-year-old boy could ever want, and yes, I did want her. I knew, however, that she was good for.