A Game of FootsieChapter 8
ESCORTING SIA INTO DR. ANSTONS’S office, I let them chat while the doctor examined her. Newly minted teenage girls are a mystery I’d yet to decode. I’d made a decision to let our illicit relationship develop at Sia’s speed, but I didn’t understand her speed at all. Last night, Tuesday, Sia had decided to snuggle next to me while we watched TV. We’d exchanged a few delightful kisses, those soft, loving, intimate kisses I enjoyed so much, her eyes so bright and happy. She’d been satisfied to...