’ ‘What a gent,’ he said. ‘So, did he?’ ‘Almost,’ I said. ‘It was after graduation and he asked me to come over one morning when his m...om was at work. We started making out on the couch in the family room and we left our clothes there. We walked over to his bedroom. It was the first time we saw each other fully naked in the daylight, so we were taking our time touching each other and checking out our bodies. Actually, I was stalling. I was scared. As soon as I got the nerve, we heard the side. The stance was good but there was something wrong with her grip. “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” he said. “Move your right hand back round on the grip a bit more.” “Show me,” Charlie ordered. Crossing to her he tried to show her what he meant with his own hands. She tried to copy but she wasn’t getting it. Next he tried to adjust her hands on the grip but from the side he couldn’t get her hands to move where he wanted them to. Oh,well. Standing behind her he reached round to make the necessary. "Yeah, I talked it over with the men's coach and he said OK, as long as I had triple protection over my, you know," she indicated her crotch, " and a double strength athletic bra. I talked to the women's gym teacher — she thought I was crazy — and she helped me get all that stuff."You know, wrestling's tough!" she ended."But you made the roster for the next match! Aren't you excited?" Geeze, Dad. What do you do? Know everything?" She looked at me suspiciously."Only about the people I care. Val looked at her mother. "Zack was just telling me about a recipe he likes. We were debating about sautéing mushrooms. He thinks butter is fine. I say you must always use extra virgin olive oil. What do you think Mom?" She said it with a completely straight face, in a completely normal tone of voice, so much so that she got away with it."Oh," said Sunny. "My ears must have been playing a trick on me. You know I never use butter any more dear." She went back to her conversation with.