Florence and I lay in her bed for about the next half hour just holding each other and kissing and petting. My mind kept racing about the events that had unfolded that evening. Here I was in bed with my stepmother, the woman that I had a secret crush on for the last few years. Waves of guilt and excitement flowed through me. She was almost 25 years my senior but to me she was better than a teenage prom queen.I pulled her...