“Thank you for saying that, Zack, but you’re my friend, and you’re just trying to make me feel better.” Chastity pulled away from him and rest...d her head in her hands again. “Nobody will ever want to fuck me again!”Zack moved around behind her and started to rub her back. “Chas, any guy that doesn’t want to fuck you is either an idiot or he’s gay.”She turned to him and looked up at him with tears still on her face. “Would you fuck me?” she asked him. She bit her lower lip in anticipation.Zack. To the outlet at the opposite side of the tank I connected a 'T' junction and brought a length of pipe to a tap connected to the outside wall of the tower this was to be the communal water tap, and on the other outlet a short length with a tap so that I can extend the water supply for the communal bathhouse. When all the connections were made, we engaged the pump. Surprise upon surprise we had no visible leaks. We walked the whole length of the trench; we could hear the water filling the. After a couple of hours he got up to leave. I watched sadly as he left the home. I lay in bed that night desperately hoping I’d see him again. I could feel a stirring in my vagina. It was getting warmer, the feeling was spreading through my torso. It was the first time I’d had these feelings and I felt as though I needed to do something about it. I lay frustrated and helpless trying to think of ways to ease these feelings. I eventually fell asleep still thinking of the cute guy.The next Sunday. Had I missed Julia?No. The time was 9 p.m., on the dot. Thank God.I answered the phone to find that it was my Mother. She had decided to call to find out why I hadn't called her in the past two days. The fifteen minute call was riddled with questions and prodding, but such a thing was expected of a Mother who's first-born had moved away from, less than two weeks before.I couldn't help but grin when she used her most common excuse for making sure I was okay: "As far as I knew, you could be.