She was about 5'-3", athletic build, with her long shiny brunette hair pulled up into a ponytail. Her eyes were an almost emerald color of green and h...er lips were moist from a light color of pink lipstick which looked good on her. She was very pretty and sixteen years old. She was wearing a tee-shirt, with the name of the diner on it, which revealed that she had little titties that fit well into a solid A-cup bra; just like I liked them! The thing though that caught my attention the most, was. ” His father... also white... probably from Natchez... was also unknown. Thus, through the introduction of two generations of unknown white fathers, the heritage of his mother’s had been diluted to one-fourth.Harold and Shelly were married on Halloween. There were several reasons why they chose that date. One was that they knew that the Justice of the Peace who could marry them would be highly inebriated on hard cider at the town Halloween party. He always was and this year was no different.. But I have yet to wake up with a guy."She hit me with the pillow, and I spilled my damned coffee. But she laughed, anyway. It's important that they laugh at your jokes -- especially if you're not that funny.We got up, eventually, to brush our teeth, and I tried to coax her back into bed for an encore, but Molly resisted. "Honest to God," she said, I feel like somebody rubbed me with sandpaper down there!" Don't knock it if you haven't tried it," I said, and offered to restrict activities to. “I love big band music, especially Glenn Miller.”Then she picked up the wine bottle.“And we have a man that knows a good wine, Elly”“Thanks. When I had the money to be able to afford good wine I thought I’d better learn so I took a few courses in it.”Amy picked up a glass, took a sip and slinked over to me. Her lips were upon me. My tongue had a mind of its own and it went exploring. Amy pulled back.“Don’t want to spill the wine,” she said as she put down the glass.Elly was looking around.