It was a bench seat out of an old Ford pick-up truck. She tapped her hand on the seat next to her, while curling her index finger for me to sit next t... her. I wiped my hands with my shop rag, taking a seat next to her. Mrs. T turned to me and told me to kiss her. Telling me that she was going to show me how to properly kiss a woman.We turned to each other, I kissed her lips. Kind of like the way I’d kiss my mom or my aunt. Mrs. T wasn’t impressed, she looked at me peculiarly. Then we leaned. She realized what was happening, fought against it. ‘You understand now.’ He said loudly, blinking, breaking the contact between them. He leaned back in his chair, smiling at her as Joyce blinked, shook her head to clear it. ‘I do.’ She agreed, cold desire brewing, a small fear, realization blossoming alongside it. ‘Did you put anything else in my head to go along with… the other?’ She asked, feeling a small rush of blood, pulse quickening as she awaited his answer, knowing it already. ‘Maybe,. More

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