"Open the door, I'm coming over." Just like that, she was gone.By the time I got to the door she was waiting. Her hair was freshly washed, her face sc...ubbed, and she smelled absolutely yummy. "You look good enough to eat," she said, brushing past me."Is that an observation or a promise?"She smiled her own version of the girl-power, sneaky smile. "I'd say it was the inevitable result of our kiss, earlier," and then she kissed me.It was over an hour later, and we still hadn't graduated beyond. She stopped kissing him at this point, shook her head and said in a weeping broken voice “No, Dale what are you doing” and pushed him away. Dale still sobbing and said “Kay, I don’t know” She looked at me, she was still crying and wiping the tears from her eyes and cheeks then she pushed hair out of her face and back over her shoulders. Kay just sat there, facing Dale with her hands on her knees and Dale sat there facing her looking down, hands folded in his lap and both were still very. With trembling hands and dampening knickers I returned to the flat.I rolled several spliffs, teasing myself again, and knowing that I'd probably be sticky-fingered later. I snorted two big lines of alleged Peruvian flake, chopped several more for later reference, lit up a spliff, and undressed. I set a chair in front of my full-length dressing mirror, and at last, with the poppers, all the phalli, and a fresh jar of lubricant on the dressing table, I slipped off my knickers and squirmed into. Vicky’s artwork was eclectic to say the least. She didn’t have any full sleeves, on her arms or her legs, but she had so many individual tattoos, it was hard to keep track and it would take me too long to describe them all. Of note where the twin sparrows on her collar bone, the crows on her neck, the black cat on the back of her hand, the sugar skull on her thigh, and the compass on her shoulder. Also worth mentioning was the word ‘VOLATILE’ tattooed on her knuckles. Most people (including me).