Of course, the main problem was sex, or the fear-filled anticipation of it. What should she do? What could she do? Like so many other young virgins, V...ictoria had heard from the time she was a little girl that someday some man was going to do something to her. Something so awe- inspiring and important that at first it could only be hinted at. Over the years a kind of instinctual dread mixed with breathless anticipation had built up in the growing girl's mind, so that now, even though her peer. These beautiful women, much older than me, couldn't possibly find me attractive. Sam was about eight years older than me and had been married for only a few months when I started work.At the Friday pub nights I loved being around Sam, she was vibrant and really good fun, and I was able to relax in her company, the drinks also helping me to overcome my shyness. As our friendship blossomed over time, I learned that Sam had married her childhood sweetheart, who also happened to be her next door. I’m not a kid,” she seemed miffed.“I didn’t mean... I mean, I just assumed...”“Some people aren’t grown up when they’re forty. Just because I’m only nineteen doesn’t mean I’m a kid.”“No, you’re right, I didn’t mean...”“I’ve been living on my own since I was sixteen,” Dana said.“Sixteen?”“Yeah, sixteen. I’ve got my own place, no roommates or anything,” she said proudly.“Come on up,” she said when we got to her place.“I’d better not,” I answered. “It’s pretty late.”“Jim, it’s eight o’clock. Come. The lights in the hallway flash up automatically. My gaze centers on a source of light, coming from the living room.‘Anybody home?’ I call out for at least some attention.‘Yeah, there are.’ A girly, young voice anwsers my inquiry. Steps are heard coming closer. ‘Hey dad!’ A drop-dead gorgeous, slender, 6”1 foot tall blonde girl smiles at me and approaches, wrapping her arms around me, awarding me with a kiss for each cheek.‘Hey Sabi. I missed you..