She pouredherself a cup and sat down.He said good morning to her, and asked what she had to do that day. Hetried to get her to open up. He wanted to h...elp her realize it wasn'tthe end of the world.She said, "I have some running to do and this afternoon I am playingtennis with Mary Berg. Did you keep the panties on?"?Yes, I did.?"Good, you can wear panties from now on. A man wears jockey shorts andwe both know you are not much of a man, don't we?"He said, "It's a medical condition, not something. She was gorgeous. The room was lit only by the tree lights and the flickering glow from the wood-stove in the corner. Her almost-black hair shone slightly, the sides of her bob cut swept back and held in place by red ribbon. It matched the red V-neck sweater and plaid woollen skirt she wore over a black turtleneck and tights. She looked at me enquiringly as I reached under the tree and pulled out a mid-sized box.“I can’t be with you for our first Christmas together, so I wanted to give this to. Most of my free time I spend here in the lab. Or I exercise. And I'm taking a massage class," I said, mentioning the class as a way to impress her."Ooh, let me see your hands," she said, taking them in hers. "They look soft and yet feel so strong. I have a slight stiff neck from all this studying. Would you mind rubbing it?"I was nervous but didn't refuse. Standing behind her, I began working the muscles in her neck. But the thoughts that went through my head were making me hard. She wore a. My mother struggled to make ends meet after his death and worked as much as she could but made sure that her “little treasure” (me) was always her first priority. I don’t recall missing out on much until about 10 years old but I wasn’t unique in not having a father around. Mum had a friend, called Lila, whom came around about once a month. She always seemed much happier after Lila had spent time with her and Lila would most times stay over night. I can recall their laughter as I lay in my bed.