He was trembling.“Girl,” he whispered, taking her in his arms, “Girl, are you sure about this.”“About what?” she whispered back, her breat...h on his face.He didn’t know what to say, then. He didn’t know what she intended. He knew what it seemed like, to him. But he just didn’t know.“Darling,” he finally said. “What do you want from me?”She stopped, and did her characteristic thinking thing for a while. He waited, patiently.“Clip,” she said. “You said I was your wife, today. That makes it true.. “I didn’t want to have to stand in the back for the entire orientation,” she added. Her lips were soft pink and wet. I had never met a girl back home that I wanted to kiss, but the urge to kiss this woman, even though I didn’t even know her name, ran through me like a wild fire through a dry grassy field.Fighting off that urge, I nodded. I couldn’t croak out any words. My throat was dry and I had no idea why. With a smile, she turned to pay attention to the speaker. I did the same, and took a. She would tell her mother then that she was going to see Cathy at her place and for almost two hours on every evening she was alone with Sam inside his house.There is no need for me to describe what went on while they were alone together but judging by what she wrote she sure had a good time with him in his own bed.Then in August just a month before she turned fourteen she had a bicycle accident and she broke her right legs in two places. Of course there was no question of her going to baby-sit. Her disguise made her so comfortable that she didn’t even realize that she casually spread her legs apart giving everyone coming out of the pool a perfectly clear view of her clean pussy. She was just chatting away drinking wine coolers with the girls when she almost choked on her drink.She immediately recognized the face coming up out of the water as that of Will Lather, her colleague at school. They never really talked much, but certainly knew each other. As stunned as she was seeing.