Like an ice cream cone. Like a dandelion. Like an old movie. Likea song. Like a good meal. Like a soft breeze on a hot day. Jordie... Ilove you like e...verything in the world, but most of all," she stood andlooked down at him, "I love you like this."She put a hand on each of his cheeks and drew him closer to her as shebent down and placed her lips softly on his. He yielded to herimmediately and she ran her hands down his neck to his shoulders andwrapped him within her and still the kiss went. The trouble was, that this Captain Gold was now missing, not exactly in action, but had last been seen in the East End of London whilst working on an intelligence operation about a month before, and was now several weeks late in reporting to his superiors.The actor was an American citizen, but was born in the East End of London around 1895 and emigrated with his parents to the West Coast of America when he was about ten years old. Gold’s family had made a fortune over there in the import export. ”“You know what sis? This was your first orgasm and I hope you will have many more. But now we should clean and hide everything. And we should change into something more comfortable. Or would you like Chris or mom and dad walk in right now?”We did as I said and some minutes after everything was done we heard a door closing.“Steph, Sarah I’m back!”It was Chris who must have heard our conversation and secretly sneaked out of the house. For those little tricks I loved him.Some minutes after Chris. Here was an almost entirely asexual being; everybody realised that. She didn’t lust after the football team (even Mary did that and she wouldn’t have let them even see her bra straps), she didn’t lust after Miss Havers – young, very pretty teacher who had been the first in their town to have a same sex marriage. She didn’t lust; until now.She had never told anyone, but she had frigged herself once, masturbated three times and that was it. She wasn’t interested in sex. She was interested in.