Don’t get me wrong. It was not romantic love, for several reasons. But it was still love. We had met---well how we met does not really matter. It wa...s six months ago. At first a lot of flirting, then sexy online conversations. Then talk about our dissatisfactions in life. Then it changed. She pulled back. I suspected she decided she was not interested in me romantically, but for some reason we kept talking. We openly resolved to become friends, and that is what we did. Great friends. Friends. "Please step out of the car." What, that's outrageous! This is my car!" Miss Bush, I'm not asking you again. Step out of the car."Sophia opens the door and steps out. She adjusts her dress so it goes all the way down to her knees."Ok, hands on the car and spread your legs. I need to search you."Sophia hesitates, then does as he says. The officer runs his hands up her thighs and under her dress. Then he moves his hands to her torso, running them along her waist and stomach. Then, feeling his. I didn't explain any details, only that Kevin was very special to me. They also handled it well; I think being around their father and his girlfriends made it easier for me to introduce someone to them.About mid-afternoon, I drove over to Kevin's house and sat down with his parents. There were butterflies in my stomach, but their friendly demeanor immediately put me at ease. Very simply, Bud and Carla Westcott are the two nicest people on the planet.Both remembered me coming over infrequently. Girlfriends (not that I’ve had many) who when I got them to bed were too polite to laugh, but never came back for a second date.Anyway, that’s not really relevant, or maybe it is?“Tony, I asked you a question!” Firmer this time and I woke up from my reverie.She moved on the sofa opposite me and her skirt shifted slightly, did Aunty have stockings on? I couldn’t be sure but my gaze was drawn upwards.“Tony! Look at me! Are you looking up Auntys skirt?”Again my head felt a little fuzzy but I.