Three days and he still did not know where she lived. He was beginning to feel frustrated. He had two days plus the good fortune of the match on Satur...day still to find out before he had to hand in his hire car and fly home.On Thursday he had to wait until six o'clock before Annette was free from hockey practice but it allowed him a chance to wander round unobserved, as he thought, and find out exactly where the hockey pitch was and whether there was vehicular access. There was.He was back in. ” He walked toward her and held out the towel. “Here you go.” Instead, she pressed the two first knuckles of her right hand below his chin and drew him close to her. “I want tonight to be so special for you,” she whispered into his mouth before planting her lips on his. The kiss lasted long minutes as their tongues dueled in each other’s mouths. He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her close. Her fingers trailed along the naked flesh of his bare shoulders and grasped his forearms in a. The sharp slap across her mouth as she was told to shut up. Her mother literally dragging her to the bus stop, begging was useless, it only brought more punishment. Mother was good at meting out punishment, physical and mental.Her eyes welled with tears, her head tipped to the side as she willed the vision to go away. It left, fading into the background only to be replaced by another. She was eight, they were arguing again or her mother was. Her mother's shrill voice, haranguing her father and. And his mother, Jean, has always been in my life too, which meant a lot to me, because my mother died when I was three. But when the puberty years started, I began to notice just how fine a specimen Jean really is. And once I got older, around 18-19 years of age, I got hard just being in her presence. I wasn't a virgin... I lost my virginity when I was f******n, but there was something about the way Jean looked at me, the way she smiled, catching her scent as she would pass by me... something.