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   Chapter 2 - False Start
   The rest of the trip home was uneventful with the exception that she had
to move her hand away from my dick when I stopped at one of those 24-hour
liquor stores to pick up a bottle of Rum, a couple quarts of Coke and a few
limes.  It was still early enough that the store was able to sell the
alcohol to me though closed containers can be bought about any time.  It's
mixed stuff that causes consternation.
   When I returned to the car and handed the bag to my date, she looked
into the sack and grinned.  "Tommy.  You didn't really have to do this.  I
was being funny, and probably don't really need another drink tonight, but
I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness.  I really don't want to get drunk
on you!"
   "Not to worry, sweetie, I won't let you get drunk.  I'd like you to be
relaxed, not drunk.  I want you to have all your cognitive abilities so you
can make rational decisions.  I don't want you to feel guilty or remorseful
about anything you decide.  If anything happens I want it to be what you
want to do and not something you think you have to do to make me happy. 
You make me happy by just smiling.  I guess what I'm trying to say is I
want you to still love me in the morning!"
   She looked at me nervously again, and then got a very wide grin on her
face.  "You know I'll do anything for you Tommy, anything at all.  I don't
think you could ever do anything that would make me not love you in the
morning!" With that, she pulled herself closer to me for the rest of the
ride to the house.
   The clock was pushing 1:30am when we pulled into the driveway, opened
the garage door and parked the car.  She looked over at me with those half
closed, smoky eyes and grabbed the bag of goodies.  We climbed the steps
that led from the garage into the kitchen.
   "Set the bag there on the table honey, let's get changed and cleaned up
a little.  Put on some comfortable 'goin' to bed' clothes."
   "Ok," then coyly asked me, "Do you want to take a shower with me?  It'll
save some water, and since we both have to clean up..." She let it trail
off, blushing brightly and looking right into my eyes, the little minx.
   "Deanna, I'd love to take a shower with you.  As long as you don't mind
being poked in the back once in a while," I said with a laugh, "You do that
to me you know."
   She blushed a bit more, bit her lower lip a little, but nodded giggling
softly.
   I held her hands at arms length and told her I wanted to get one last
look at the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of taking out
on a date.  I think her face was going to be in a permanent blush state,
but she smiled, thanked me, then put her arms around my neck and kissed me
again, and once again, it was one of the best kisses of my life!  I was
already lost and knew it.  I'm sure she knew it too.
   I took her hand, led her to her bedroom, and asked her to get her
nightclothes.  She kind of looked at me funny, but walked over to her
dresser and pulled out a pair of pink silk panties with soft lace and a
heart printed right where her Mound of Venus would be hidden once she had
put them on.  Then in another drawer she took out a very sheer pink baby
doll top, looked at it, looked at me then smiled, nodded her head, took
both pieces in her hand and walked over to me.
   "Onward and upward," she whispered.  "Let's go get clean."
   Before leaving her room, I looked into her eyes, put one hand on her
cheek gently, kissed her lightly on the nose, making her giggle, and with a
very serious look, whispered to her softly, "I love you Deanna, so very
much." To which she blushed heavily and tugged my hand pulling me out of
her room into the hall on the way to the shower.
   I diverted.  She looked at me questioningly as I led her through the
door of my bedroom, told her to put her nightclothes on the bed.  I then
led her into my master bathroom with the extra large stone shower that had
5 heads, one on each side and three rainmakers on the ceiling.  I had the
shower custom built, as I had the whole house, but my master bath was a
masterpiece.
   Even though she'd been with me for months, she'd never been into my
bedroom or the master bath, so she gasped as she took a first look around.
   "This is beautiful," she choked out, and "I've never seen ANY room look
this cool, especially a shower!"
   "I'm glad you like it my love, I hope that you'll share it with me
often."
   She looked at me shyly and said softly, "I think I'd like that Tommy.  I
really do."
   We walked back into the bedroom space where I took out a pair of silk
drawstring shorts and a matching shirt and set it on the bed right next to
the pieces that Deanna had chosen, unbeknownst perhaps, for her virgin
night.
   I think she knew what was in store, but I also know she knew it would
only be if she wanted it to happen.
   With a nervous look, she dropped the dress to the floor right at the end
of the bed, as I pulled my shirt and tie off and dropped my pants.
   She seemed a little hesitant to pull off her panties, so I leaned over,
kissed her lightly, and asked her, "Would you like me to help you take your
panties off?" She replied almost inaudibly, "Yes, please."
   I looked directly into her eyes with nothing but love, seeing a very
nervous 15-year-old girl in front of me, but she placed her hands on my
shoulders and waited as I placed my fingers then thumbs in the elastic band
of her panties.  She moved her hands to mine, her thumbs joining mine and
we slowly slipped them over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees and
dropped around her ankles.
   She licked her lips nervously as she stepped out of her panties allowing
me to see her completely nude for the first time.
   "My god Deanna, You are a beautiful woman," I gasped.  "I don't think
I've ever seen a young woman's body that was so perfect."
   She was blushing profusely now as I moved away to be at arms length so I
could see her completely at which point she did a slow pirouette so that I
could partake of a complete viewing.
   "Thank you Tommy.  Nobody has ever said that to me before.  I'm glad you
like what you see," as a big grin replaced the nervous little smile.
   Then very softly, looking directly into my eyes she whispered, "What you
see is all yours Tommy.  I want it that way!"
   "Tommy, Can I take your shorts off of you?" She seemed to be getting a
bit bolder with the compliment, but still looked at me very shyly.
   "Of course you can honey.  Please enjoy," I said with a smile.
   With a little trepidation, she moved up in front of me and gently put
her fingers in the elastic band and started dropping my boxers to the
floor. She ran into a problem trying to get it over my erection and looked
up at me with an embarrassed look to which I told her, "Honey.  You had
your hand on it most of the evening.  Now you have the opportunity to see
it up close and you hesitate?  What's with that?" I was laughing as I
teased her a little, but she began to giggle which made me laugh even
harder.
   Before we knew it we were both laughing as she dragged the shorts past
my dick and dropped them to the floor.  I promptly stepped out of them,
moved back about 2 feet and matching her earlier routine, did a quick
pirouette for her, which had her laughing even louder.
   This was a good thing.  She had been a little tense being nude in front
of a male for the first time and was a bit uneasy because she, at 15,
didn't have the confidence about her appearance that an older woman might
have.  I'd met a bunch of "older" women that had little or no confidence in
their appearance nude because of some insensitive asshole that didn't
revere the female body in the same way I did.
   But this young one standing in front of me was as good as it would ever
get for me.  She was magnificent.
   We stepped toward each other and put our arms around each other, feeling
each other's skin for the first time.  We kissed for a time, and she
chuckled a little as my cock became harder with the kiss.
   She reached down and put her small hand around it gently and grinning
from ear to ear as she slowly stroked me, asked for the second time that
evening, "Is this for me?"
   Again I told her, "It's yours if you want it sweetie, and it's all
yours."
   She gave me another nervous smile, let go of my penis, took my hand and
we headed for the shower.
   She opened the door, but I held her back for a moment as I pressed a few
buttons on the control panel just outside and as I did the water came on. I
selected a comfortable temperature and volume and turned on all five heads.
   We stepped on to the tile floor that was already warm due to preheating
and she stared in awe at the rock walls that were installed in such a way
that the soap was held on natural rock ledges, but there was also liquid
soap, shampoo, and conditioners that were dispensed from pumps installed
behind a rock with the nozzles installed into holes drilled in the rock. 
It was all custom.
   We splashed around under the water for a short time before I took a hand
of fragrant soap and looking into her eyes started washing her shoulders
letting the soap drip down her back and in front over her breasts.  As I
slowly massaged the soap over her body she closed her eyes and relaxed,
almost too much as I had to catch her once so she didn't fall.
   When I got to the top of her mound I purposely avoided contact and
proceeded down her thighs and legs soaping and massaging each in turn. 
When my hand got close to her pussy, I just stopped and moved my hands
around to her butt and massaged the soap in all areas but didn't touch her
slit at all.
   As I stood to move upwards, she looked at me with longing
disappointment, and gave a quick pout and said, "You didn't wash all of
me."
   It almost sounded like she was ready to cry, but I said, "I didn't want
to take any liberties with you sweetheart, and in the car you stopped me
when I got there."
   "Dammit Tommy, I didn't want it in the car." Close to tears, "If I'm
going to let my man play with me like that, I want it to be right, and in a
car just isn't my idea of a proper place.  Teenagers do that stuff in the
backseat of a car."
   "Honey, I -- "
   "Tommy, I want to give myself to you because I love you.  I know you'll
be gentle with me and make it special.  I don't want to give it up in some
backseat or a front seat for that matter, even if it is with my chosen
boyfriend!" With that, her eyes got big, her hand came up to cover her
mouth, and the look of shock on her face was actually priceless.
   The cat was out of the bag.  She'd told me who her boyfriend really was,
and it's me.  I was shocked, but in reality quite flattered that she would
consider an "old man" as her boyfriend.
   "Honey.  Deanna, thank you, thank you, thank you.  I am very flattered
and honored that you would take me as your boyfriend, and if it's
necessary, I accept," I said with a huge grin.
   She started with a look of shock, but as the words sank in, it changed
to a gentle smile.  She moved to me with her arms out and crushed herself
against my body with hers.  We held each other for a few minutes as the
water splashed over us and dripped between us.
   She looked up at me with a very serious, very adult look on her face,
whispering, "Oh Tommy.  I love you so much and I have since I was 8.  Mom
knows it too, and that's why she finally agreed to ask you to take care of
me for the year she would be gone."
   I was a bit surprised that her mother would allow me to care for her
knowing that she would be testing me daily.  Tara is a very special woman
and so is her daughter, which is why I had agreed to take on the
responsibility.  I'd had no idea that Tara would have placed her daughter
in such a situation without knowing that Deanna would be deflowered, by her
own choice while mom was gone.
   But I guess that kind of explains the last time we saw her at the
airport, when Deanna was literally wrapped around me with her puppy dog
eyes batting the tears away as mom was saying her goodbye's for the trip to
Asia.
   Tara had looked at me, and then looked down at Deanna wrapped around me,
and then looked back at me with a wry smile and in a quiet whisper said,
"Take good care of her Tom.  Be gentle, I want her to be happy, whatever it
takes to make her happy.  I know you love her too and will take care of her
as though she was your own daughter."
   With a heavy sigh, "I'm going to miss her terribly, but I suspect that
when I come home, she'll be a different girl, a -- "
   She left it trailing off, and I had heard what she said, but I didn't
put it together until Deanna had said that her mom knew she was madly in
love with me, and somehow knew it wasn't a "teenage crush".  There was more
to Deanna's feelings than that, and Tara wasn't going to discount her
daughter's true feelings, which were quite mature even for her young age.
They had talked about it at great length when Deanna asked, then insisted,
that her Mom ask me to take care of her.
   I suspect that Tara knew that at some point, Deanna would manage to
steer things toward what may happen tonight, and knew that I'd only be able
to fight it for so long before succumbing to Deanna's desires.  She'd
already resigned herself that her little girl would be a "woman" when she
returned.  It didn't make her angry or sad, it had made her sort of
jealous, but she couldn't let on to anyone at this point in her life.
   I have to tell you that Tara is just a slightly older version of Deanna,
Petite, elegant, classy, and desirable.  I can't tell you how long I'd
lusted after Tara, but she just didn't have time for men at this point in
her career.  She knew I loved her, and I know she loved me, it just wasn't
meant to be for us.  Her last experience, and the job she committed herself
to made "us" impossible even with the mutual love.
   So she gave me her daughter.
   Truth be told, I'd like to have them both someday.
   One big reason is that Tara was never attracted to my money, and neither
was Deanna for that matter.  There was no false pretense with Tara.  It was
her career, plain and simple, and once she was established with that
perhaps she could take the time to form a relationship with someone.
   Deanna looked up at me and pulled my head down to meet hers in a
luscious kiss that brought me back into the here and now.
   "Where ya been sailor?" she asked with a quizzical smile.
   I just shook my head to clear the cobwebs and whispered, "Never-never
land sweetie, Sorry."
   "Well, welcome back" she laughed.  She knew I made frequent visits, so
it was just a matter of waiting for me to return or prodding me back.
   Giggling, she put her hands under the soap dispenser and pushed.  The
soap filled her small hand, and she grinned at me, "My turn."
   With that, she started soaping me down from top to bottom, leaving no
part untouched.  Her gentle hand on my cock almost had me blasting some
sperm at her right there.  She seemed to sense it and stopped her
manipulations.
   I looked down at her just in time to see her give the head of my cock a
quick kiss and I think I heard her say, "I'll see you later." But, it was
mostly inaudible.
   She looked up and noticed I was looking and immediately started to blush
brightly.  I smiled at her and pulled her up to her feet, and steered her
to a rock seat I'd had built into the shower stall.  I knelt in front of
her, and locked my eyes with hers, reached down and started rubbing on her
mound.
   Her legs immediately opened widely, and her eyes gave me such a look of
love and lust I could hardly stand it.  I moved my fingers down her slit
and rubbed gently feeling her oils leaking out over the water from the
shower.  As I moved the finger around the glorious area of her womanhood, I
found the little nubbin I'd been searching for.  It was proud, barely
sticking out from under its little hood begging to be touched.
   So touch it I did.
   I took a finger and started to insert it into the very entrance of her
vagina, and as I did that she opened her eyes to look into mine.
   "Tommy, Oh god, don't ever stop.  That feels sooooo good.  I can't wait
for later," she gasped out as my finger once again lightly touched the very
tip of her clit.
   She almost shouted, as that electric feeling pulsed through her young
body.  "Oh god Tommy, that's so much better than when I do it myself."
   She got one of those shy little girl looks on her face as she realized
that she had just admitted to her "boyfriend" that she masturbated.
   "That's ok honey.  It's totally normal, and I hope that you would
continue to play with yourself.  I'd really like to watch you some time if
you will let me."
   "You'd want to watch me play with myself?"
   "Hell yes," I said emphatically.  "I think that would be totally sexy,
soooooo hot.  It would be so hard for me not to join in," I grinned at her.
   "Oh Tommy, I'd want you to join in," she said with a growing smile,
"Your fingers feel so much better on my pussy than mine."
   I smiled at her, moved my face to her breasts, and started licking and
sucking on each of her tits in turn.
   Her hands moved up behind my head to gently hold me at her chest like
she would a baby.  An instinctive move as any mother would hold a suckling
mouth to her breast.  They were so soft yet firm, and her nipples stood out
like small pencil erasers as she moaned loudly over and over.
   I started moving my face downward, kissing her sides and her tummy,
stopping at her belly button to take a quick lick which caused her to
giggle and gently push my head away.  I just continued my journey downward
until I got my face into the thin hairs of her pubis and just paused
reveling in the softness, but through it all I could smell the sweetness of
her arousal.  It kept me moving downward until my tongue found the little
soldier doing its duty at the top of her slit where my finger had found it
a few moments earlier.
   She nearly jumped out of the seat as my tongue made contact.  I licked
her slit, tasting her essence for the first time.  Running my tongue down
her beautiful slit, poking it into her entrance, I sucked on her little
clit until she'd had 2 good orgasms.
   Dee was very vocal in her pleasure.  The first of the orgasms came with
a howl, her hips slamming her pussy into my face.  Her hands pulled me into
her until I was gasping for breath, thoroughly enjoying the pussy that was
being ground onto my tongue.  The second one was even more intense for her.
I could feel the muscles at her entrance pulsing to get the invading finger
in a bit further.  I kept my tongue flicking at the nub and my finger
wiggling at her very entrance while she bucked like a bronco at my face.
   When she was finished bucking, she just collapsed on my face.  It looked
like she'd almost lost consciousness with the intensity and lack of oxygen
due to her erratic breathing.
   I moved up quickly to hold her before she slipped off the seat and fell
onto the hard rock tiles below.  Having only diddled herself in the past
she wasn't used to orgasms of that magnitude and it took her about 10
minutes to come completely out of it.
   She smiled weakly at me and gasped out, "Holy shit.  Is that what's in
store for later?"
   "Better," I whispered, "much better."
   She looked at me with brightly inquisitive eyes, smiled and kissed me
sensually for what seemed to be half the night, but when it was done she
let out a heavy sigh and just slowly leaned back in the seat.
   "Let's rinse off and get dry," I said, "We still need to get dressed and
go down for a drink or two."
   She smiled weakly again, and gingerly stood up on shaky legs to rinse
off.
   We got out of the shower and carefully dried each other.  Hand in hand
with our eyes fully engaged with each other, we walked into the bedroom
where we had stashed our nightclothes.
   I slid on my pants and shirt and watched as Deanna slid the pink panties
up her incredibly sexy legs.  I noted that the heart centered right over
the mound where I had suspected it would.  She giggled shyly when she saw
me looking, and then pulled on her little baby doll top, which hid nothing
at all, but I wasn't going to complain.  She tied the two small ties to
close the top encasing her beautiful breasts, and then looked at me with
lustful eyes saying that she was now ready for anything that was to come.
   Then she added in a whisper, "I want it to be you coming." Then with a
grin, "Inside me!"
   This was going to be a very special night for her, and I was going to do
everything in my power to make sure it was exactly that.
   We got down to the kitchen where I mixed us a couple of Rum and Cokes to
sip on while we continued the game of seduction.
   She was ready.
   More than ready.
   She wanted it so badly now that it was hard for her to control those
hormonally driven urges at her age.  She wasn't used to controlling them
until the right moment.  It was just want, pure and simple lustful wanting
that itch to be scratched, She inherently knew there was only one way it
was going to be scratched.
   I put on some soft jazz music and we sat down on the love seat in the
living room slowly sipping our drinks.  She set hers down on the small
table next to her side of the seat and moved to snuggle up next to me.
   "Tommy.  I really want you to show me how to make love," she said
quietly.  "I wasn't sure I was really ready, even though I wanted it really
badly, but tonight you've treated me like a grown up.  I've never had a
more exciting evening in my life, and I know now that I'm ready.  If you
can treat me like a grown woman, I can certainly act like one, and I cannot
deny returning the pleasures that you've given to me.  I feel like I want
to do it so badly I can't stand it."
   "Deanna.  You do not have to do anything if you don't want to.  You
aren't under any obligation for anything.  You've already given to me one
of the most pleasurable evenings in my life.  I've never felt so proud to
be with a woman as I was being with you, so there's nothing you 'have' to
do!"
   "No Tommy.  I want to.  I want to really badly.  I can't wait to feel
you deep inside me, leaving your seed in my garden.  It is something I've
been wanting for a long time, but until tonight I don't think that I was
really ready.  I was scared, I was so afraid that I wouldn't do it right.
I've never wanted anyone except you, and I've been so afraid that I'd
disappoint you because I didn't know what I was doing."
   She hesitated for a minute, I guess trying to figure out how she was
going to say what she wanted, but I thought she was being pretty articulate
already.
   "But tonight...  In my mind, I know I'm really ready," she started to
chuckle as she finished saying, "and now my pussy knows that I'm ready
too."
   I couldn't help looking deeply into her eyes at this point, not saying a
word.  I was just reveling in the beauty of this young girl who would soon
be a young woman.
   She moved to hold me closer and tighter and let one of her hands drop
down to the lump in my silk pants and gently let my cock out.
   She rested her head on my chest looking down at her hand, which was now
stroking my cock slowly and with care.  She let out a heavy sigh, and moved
her head down to be directly above my throbbing meat.  Her little tongue
hesitantly darted out to lick the precum off the tip scrunching up her nose
momentarily, but then smiling before licking the tip clean.  She then moved
her tongue to massage my cock from the base to the tip.  Front to back, top
to bottom stopping at the top again to lick off another drip of the clear
sticky juice that would later be helping to lubricate her pussy for its
first penetration.
   She looked up into my eyes with a grin, and said, "That's yummy Tommy.
Am I doing it right?"
   "You're doing just fine kitten.  Is this your first time doing this?"
knowing full well it was.
   Blushing brightly now, she slowly nodded her head looking slightly
embarrassed as she admitted she'd never even seen a real cock much less had
her mouth near one before tonight.
   "You're doing it just right sweetie.  When you go back to do it again,
kiss the tip and let it slip between your lips and suck it like you would
suck on a Popsicle.  Be careful not to use your teeth, and just take it as
far in as is comfortable.  Later, you may be able to take it all the way
down your throat, but don't worry about that right now.  Ok?"
   She looked at me lustfully again, nodded and lowered her face down to my
cock again.  She opened wide and took it gently into her luscious mouth.
   Now I'm not hung like a horse by any stretch of the imagination, but it
was almost too big to get it in her mouth comfortably, however she started
bobbing up and down on it like a pro.  I couldn't believe this was her very
first blowjob.  She was really getting energetic as it was hitting the back
of her mouth at the base of her throat.  She kept at it relaxing her throat
muscles little by little then lo and behold, my cock ended up "half way" to
her stomach.  She did that about half a dozen times and lifted her face
from my dick, looked up at me with the most precious grin that I could ever
attempt to describe.
   "Is that ok Tommy?" she seemed insecure with her ability.  "Am I doing
it ok?  Is it feeling good for you?"
   "Oh Dee," I gasped, "You are incredible.  I can't believe you gave me a
'Deep Throat' on your very first blowjob."
   "I liked that a lot," she told me with enthusiasm, "And I want to make
you feel as good as you made me feel in the shower.  I want to make love to
you like I want you to make love to me."
   Taking her in my arms and kissing her intensely on the lips we let our
tongues play tag for a few minutes before we broke it apart and looked into
each other's eyes.
   "We'll make love to each other Dee.  That's the way it should always be.
Love and Sex should never be a one-way thing.  It takes two to tango, and I
think I've found my life's dancing partner.  I don't ever want to let you
go!"
   If looks can melt a person, and they can, Deanna just melted me with her
eyes and the obvious love she was feeling.
   I'd never been in love like this before, ever, and it's with a
15-year-old young woman.  Not even Marie had me this wrapped.
   It is certainly more than physical I know that much already.  She's been
with me long enough for me to know that I truly enjoy her company, and miss
her when she was at school or visiting friends.  She is mature far beyond
her years, which is a true tribute to Tara and I had to constantly remind
myself that Dee is only 15.  This young lady is everything I'd ever dreamed
about.  I enjoyed pleasuring her and it is apparent that she is enjoying
pleasuring me.  What could be better?
   "You had me sooooo close to cumming honey.  I'll let you know when I'm
about to go off so you can move your mouth away," I let her know.
   "No way Jose!" she exclaimed.  "I'm going to eat every drop!" She was
laughing as she moved her head back down to take my cock back into her
mouth.
   Her beautiful head was bobbing up and down on my rock hard dick and I
could feel that urge starting to pulse itself up from my balls as I was so
close to blasting my semen into her mouth.
   "I'm about to cum honey.  Oh shit, here it comes."
   She moved her head up so that the head of my cock was just inside her
mouth and with her tongue she titillated the tip of my cock until it
blasted into her mouth.  Her eyes met mine as she took every blast and
swallowed, not missing a drop.  This girl was absolutely incredible.
   She licked and sucked me until I was completely clean and almost dry
then moved up slowly, unbuttoning the silk shirt as she kissed and licked
up my body, slowly licked and sucked on my neck and ears breathing heavily
the whole time.  Her eyes met mine with a smiling sparkle as she put her
lips against mine, softly at first, then with more feeling slipping her
tongue into my mouth to play with mine.  We played tongue tag for quite
some time before moving away just enough to be able to touch noses and
stare in each other's eyes.
   She got a silly grin on her face and told me, "I've heard from some of
my girlfriends that if you get your man to come in your mouth first that
he'll last a lot longer in your pussy.  I want you in me 'till the sun
comes up in the morning!"
   She giggled again, when my cock started to twitch at her comment.  She'd
had her hand around it all along.  It was almost like she wasn't going to
let it go for fear it would somehow escape!
   We held each other close giving soft caresses as the music soothed.  I
wasn't going to rush anything because there was no reason.  We had months
to play, so whatever happened tonight was only a beginning.
   I don't have any idea what time it was, but while holding each other, we
fell asleep.  Must have been the drinks, adrenalin wearing off and just
plain fatigue.  We were both early risers, so we'd been up and active since
about 6:30am the previous day.
   About 5:30am I woke up and looked around for a moment before I got my
bearings and realized where I was, then felt the warmth of Deanna's body
against mine as she slept peacefully, her hand still resting on my flaccid
member.  I smiled to myself and moved slowly so I didn't wake her and
turned off the music machine, dimmed the lights and put our half full drink
glasses into the kitchen sink.
   I walked back to the love seat, leaned down putting my arms under her
knees and back, and gently lifted her sleeping form into my arms.  Slowly,
I walked her to my bed, a bed in which I hoped she would spend a lot of
time, if not all the time.
   I lowered her softly, laid her down close to the middle, and placed her
head onto one of the many pillows I have in my collection.
   When she started to wake I leaned down to give her a soft kiss and
whispered to her, "go back to sleep."
   She smiled weakly, said, "Thank you Tommy.  I love you so much."
   Then with a very satisfied smile on her face, promptly fell back into a
deep sleep.
   I took off the shirt, though I left on the pants and crawled into the
bed next to her, rolled over and put my arm around my young, soon to be
lover, and fell fast asleep in moments.
   
  
Chapter 2    False Start