I stayed there, watching live events on television that whole afternoon, and even into the weekend, while making non-fatal bad-luck wishes on a number...of different irritating television personalities. On Sunday, I wished that the Eagles’ quarterback would stumble and fall on his ass while trying to find a receiver, losing eight yards in the process and forcing a punt.He didn’t fall. In fact, he completed the pass for first down and the Eagles went on to score.So, okay, clearly I didn’t have a. It happened in High School, I think it was year 10 or 11. Around the age people go out at the weekend and drink cider on the park and around the age you start putting willys in your mouth at house parties.Anyway, at one of these Saturday house parties, I'd drunkenly stumbled into a bedroom to see one of the girls in my year taking part in the act of willy sucking. I laughed and walked out, told a few mates and thought nothing of it. High School being High School, by Monday morning it had spread. . why would you want me?" I am not teasing," he reassured her, taking her once again into his arms. "What you say about those other women may be true, I know not: but I do know that I want you. And why? Because I can taste a sweetness in your soul that slakes a thirst in my own."Though you are young, you are already a beautiful and desirable woman. The child in your belly is proof of that, and being a father-figure for that child would be no great burden, if I can have your love, and possess. Jack butted in commenting that it really wouldbe okay as Jess always said she trusted Carole tolook after him if anything ever happened to her.Carole thought this was stretching the point a bitbut in her state of inebriation was having troublemaking her argument sound logical. Pointing out that poor old Jack hadn’t had any forages and was obviously near bursting point seemed tohave some effect although her comment was – “If yougive me a note from Jess then it’ll be.