It just didn't work. And although I was disappointed, I was thankful and blessed enough to have a step-daughter that I got along well with, had a good... relationship with, and we truly enjoyed an amazing relationship.One thing I greatly enjoyed most of all was the fact that, when she turned sixteen, she decided that I was such a cool step-dad that our house would become the hang-out place, the sleepover palace, and all of her friends could almost move in on a whim and stay as long as they. It may have started as a bet or some kind of joke. It was great, but only once and we never talked about it after we sombered up again. I never knew if she even remembered.One hot summer day, in class, she sat next to me. Skater pants and a top. Hair loosely flowing over her shoulders. I was in a short relationship with a nice girl, and she was having a pretty stable thing going on with a nice guy, who happened to live next door from her. Nothing special, we sat next to each other on this class. I tried to lift my left hand up to Sally’s right hand but I couldn’t. My shoulder was throbbing and I just couldn’t lift it up. George saw what I was trying to do, and lifted my arm for me so I could reach Sally’s hand. I gripped her hand and just sat there holding it. I didn’t even notice when George left. I did notice when he came back, however, because he said, ‘Time to eat boy and time to change into some decent clothes. I don’t think it’s right for an old man like you to sit in a girls. I was about to offer Cheryl another glass of wine, when she held her hand out to me and tugged me to my feet when I reached to hold it. She moved towards the door of the inn, and I moved with her, out into the car park and then across to my car. I pressed the remote button to unlock it.I went to the passenger side to open the door for her. I know that this an old-fashioned and sexist thing to do, but she usually rewarded me as she swung her legs into the car with a glimpse of her panties.