Yeah well, I'd have thought that was obvious. And ... well, female brains don't work the same way as guy's brains do, do they?From a young age, Mel an...d some of her girlfriends – mainly because they lived local, I'd thought -- had taken to tagging along behind my group of mates and myself. Even, volunteering to make up the numbers in more than the odd football and cricket team as time went on. Bugger, as I recall, for a while there, Mel was dab 'and with a cricket bat, and she could have taught. I went and she followed close behind.When we got into the room, she closed and locked the door. She pointedto my single bed and told me to crawl up on it and get on my hands andknees. My mother had always been the disciplinarian in our family (I wasan only child), so I had an idea of what was coming, but never did Iexpect what happened next. As I started to cry, she made me put my headdown on the bed, but told me to stay on my knees. She lifted the hem ofthe skirt that I had on, and slowly. ." The girl was suddenly speechless, her tongue not working ... the speech she'd rehearsed faded from memory at the site of the raven-haired beauty."Yes?" Charli asked again a little more annoyed, not yet ready to open the door fully."Ch ... Mistress Cheryl."Charli was taken aback by that name. How could this petite little girl know... "Oh." The door shut and Charli removed the chain, opening the door fully to really take in the person standing in the hallway.Gone was the look of defiance, only. I said my goodbyes and headed to the car.We found a nice brewpub with some live music and had a nice dinner and conversation just the two of us. We talked about the weekend and her family and a few other things. The warmth in her eyes while she looked at me was different somehow. It pulled me into her. It was so warm and comfortable that I just wanted to curl up and stay in her gaze all night.Duty called, however so I paid the check and we got into the Vette and headed back to the house. The.