I gathered my clothes in a garbage bag and put on my trench coat and staggered to a taxi rank.While stumbled and staggered, I clutched my trench coat....nside the cab, I could sense the cabbie could smell cum on me.I just put my head down and said nothing.All the while I clutched my coat trying to hide my nakedness underneath and my deviate self.After that night, I suddenly went off drinking beer.Now it was a Bourbon and bourbon straight up, was wanted when I needed an alcoholic fix.Also, I found. Cross legged.That’s when I feel it. She is not wearing panties and she is wet.I ask her.Me: Vaish, you are extremely beautiful, and very very sensuous. I would love to be the man of your dreams. fantasies, but you are very young. you are not ready. for a relationship like this and I cannot be yours completely as you want me to be.Vaishali: I am ready, I know it.she takes off her night suit, she is completely naked now. on my lap.Vaishali: I am young, and I am underage, yes. but I am ready.I am. It was after 3PM when I answered my phone. I was still in the bike shop but ready to leave. "Good timing Jen, I'm ready to get back out into the world. So what's up?" I had a feeling I knew already."Looks like we are going to have some new residents here in good old Aster," she said cheerfully."So which one of them are you screwing?" I asked."You know I don't do women, unless somebody puts me up to it and nobody did. I didn't screw James, but I did screw a friend of a friend." she admitted."So. " Outside, a lion - A LION!!!??? - roared, as if emphasizing his statement. "To be precise, though, you are with the Lion's Pride." The Lion's Pride?" Yup, mate, that's what we call ourselves. Pardon the unity, but if you spend a couple of weeks with them, you get to realize they are a whole lot better than the bunch back home. The Lion's Pride - you see, mate, these folks believe that the lion is their supreme God. Their deity. And they follow the lifestyle they believe to be of the lions'..