Having gained my permission, Sharon turned my face towards her and planted another warm, wet kiss on my mouth - slowly at first, then more boldly ...when I did not pulled away. She even darted her tongue into my mouth a couple of times - and I returned the favor! I was just being playful I rationalized. Besides, I wanted to show her I knew how to kiss too. Two can play that game! . After all, she was my favorite "Aunt" - very "hip" and worldly, and attractive for someone her age. I had always. No, Ricky, I said. I just dont want to do it. Im kind of tired and I want to go home. The rest of the ride was filled with tension I knew had been placed there by me. When Ricky tried to reassuringly grasp my hand while driving I jumped away from him, more out of instinct than thought. My dad had always done that. When it was just me and him, when Mom was out of town for work, he would pick me up from school and reach over to grab my hand. It was his way of telling me that we would have loud. There was, as usual something of a hurry. It all had to be ready for Seven in the evening and it was already One O'clock.Also as usual people panicked about the time left - it was the same every year - and every year it was all ready on time. But all felt the community spirit and it was their day.The door opened, gently, with a whispering sound, and two girls entered. He recognized them immediately, the seventeen-year-old Dulle twins, Harriet and Henrietta. They were pretty, but not overly. I was so embarrassed and Marise reacted by saying "I hope I didn't cause that to happen" followed by a giggle.As we continue with our relationship, it was reaching the end of the year. My contract was coming to an end. The company wasn't doing too well so they announced that I wouldn't be renewed and that I will have to seek other jobs after Christmas. Marise was devastated as she found out about the news. She suggested that we get together with the rest of the colleague and prepare a Christmas.