But there was something deeper which was unfathomable. I was a very lovable sweet k** just entering fourth grade. I studied in an all boys school. On ...the out set I knew I was a bit different from the others. I had to much love and care than what a similar aged young boy would do. People thought I was to mature for my sister age. Least did they know how I felt within. Let alone others I too didn't know how I felt until I grew up. An incident changed my life at this tender age. I shall relate. Shades of my teamwork weekend with Maria! Just scratching our noses will require a certain amount of cooperative choreography.Of course my nose immediately starts to itch and I can see Mom wrinkling hers."Now both of you, bring your legs up -- no, bend your knees, roll yourselves up -- bring them up further. Do a tuck Dee, tuck yourself up as far as you can my Sweet Mate. See if the two of you can bump knees."We do each fold into what in diving would be called a tuck, though not a particularly. Then we would drive downtown, Kathy would open the office, sit at her computer and type."I thought she was typing my draft. It turns out that she has been totally rewriting it ... on the fly." He looked around the room and said, "I'll bet you can all remember sweating bullets, spending weeks sweating a term paper? I sure did. Can you imagine this woman writing a law school paper in the same time it would have taken her to just type mine? Can you?"Ken shook his head sadly and continued, "I don't. The following morning I feel like a cad. I took advantage of a young girl fourteen years old on her way to her grannies for Christmas. How low can a guy get?I am surprised to see Jordon is staring at me. When she realizes I am awake she reaches up and pulls my face down and kisses me. She is still naked and is beautiful in the morning light. The storm is still raging. The rain is pummeling the car. We are startled with the porter knocks on the door."Breakfast is being served for another.