All the time I was so horny and this sexual energy was flowing through my body so much that my nipples were so sensitive that I leaked pre cum anytime...my nipples were touched.I also slipped my aneros anal toy as well before I left the house so my ass was on fire driving towards the meeting place. I had arrived first and texted her and she responded she was running late...Typical of a woman lol! Well she answered that she wanted to be somewhere private and I wanted to fuck that night so I made. Thereception desk was unmanned. Behind it on the wall was pinned a fadedUnion Jack. On the side wall was a big poster of two grinning footballhooligans, their faces painted red and white with the English flag,thumbs up. The bright red lettering said "LET'S GET PISSED!!!!"That said it all really.But I had to know, so I pushed back the door and went in.There was a bell on the counter. I rang it and waited. Three laughingyoung men piled down the stairs, singing some kind of overloud anthem,voices. Whatever happens, happens. We can take things slow and see what happens or we can just go our separate ways now. You tell me."He looked at her in the way that John Wayne looked at Maureen O'Hara in the Quiet Man. She was so pigheaded, just like him. Yet, unlike him, when he was mad and his face was all red, turned, and twisted with anger, she was so fucking beautiful when she was angry, even more beautiful when she emerged from the ladies room in the brightly lit diner. "Actually, now that. We also visited Mr. Flushing, and he wished me luck. Barbara gave us all big hugs, and I promised I would send her some pictures when I graduated boot camp. They also said they had both watched the interview on TV, and thought I handled it wonderfully.After that we drove around a bit more, then headed on home. One of the surprises was that a courier from the TV station arrived right before we ate, and delivered us a package. Inside was a note from Mr. Sharp saying it was the entire interview.