Poet-Peter is old and wise enough to realise:Her happiness is between her 'ears' as idea but between 'r legs in life!Rebecca is woman with both brains... and intelligent intimate intuition Her horniness is depending only on powers of her own mindful mind!========================================================Rebecca is just over thirty in passport, her colleagues think she's twentyREBECCA IS A RED-HOT TALL TENDER TINY TIT -- THIRTY YEARS YOUNG SLENDER SENSUAL SEXY SUBMISSIVE SWITCH SWEETHEART --. He didn’t smile or nothing, just looked at me. The other two guys were by then as naked as me with their man tools bouncing in front of me as they looked at Ramsey still fully clothed. “Dude, common, you can’t miss this!” they both whined at him. Ramsey shook his head and came back to reality as he smiled but still didn’t move. Ramsey said instead, “I’m not missing this, I’m savoring it friend. You guys are way too damn hasty. Life is too damn short to ruin the moment.” So I moved for him. I. Mom, actually, Rachel Lamella to use her maiden name---which was her preference even though she was only separated from my father, Jeffery Crowder---was the almost invisible force that had unified my small world until Stephie and that fateful weekend. She was always there. Except now she was missing. That had never happened before---no note, no phone, no nothing. It never occurred to me that she might be lying in a hospital somewhere following an accident or worse.Until the separation, Mom was. I wasn't allowed down there so I was fed and put to bed. Late at night I turned and woke up just a little, thinking I heard someone in the room with me but didn't hear anything else so I promptly fell back to sleep when I was awakened again this time to find my uncle sitting on the edge of the bed. "You've grown into a pretty girl Lanie. I bet you have lots of boyfriends. Your mother told us how you got caught with that boy earlier in the year and I don't want none of that.