They want to keep trying to get to me. It succeeded yesterday. No more. I had other things to do.And one of them was walking down the hall with me, ho...ding my hand, telling me-again-that I was beautiful. We needed to talk, and badly-but, somehow, I thought it might be a good talk. Maybe I hadn't blown it all to pieces yesterday.Anyhow, no chance to talk now-it was time for art. Mrs. Taylor called us up to the front.Her first pose arranged us on the couch. Frankie was on his left side up against. This time, I had to wait much longer than yesterday, and at 8:21pm, I could see a guy walking up to me, he must have been around 25 years old, I think."If he doesn't try anything with me," I thought. "Then nobody will try to fuck me!"He must have been 20 meters away from me, when he saw me standing there. And when he saw my pretty naked body, he started to smile. He changed his pace and came walking up to me very slowly. All the time looking me up and down. When I saw the look in her eyes, I. I led her to my bedroom. Our lips not seperating for a second even. She grabbed the bottom of my shirt and began pulling it up, still keeping her mouth firmly attached to mine. When she got my shirt up to my chest, our lips seperated and I lifted up my arms so she could take it off. I reached behind her and cupped her ass in my hands again, lifting her up so I could kiss her. She reacted even better than I thought she would, jumping up and wrapping her legs around my waist. I turned so her back. I had to get to a bathroom or I’d burst right there.It took longer than I expected.When I dragged myself out of the restroom, I’d washed my face and brushed my teeth and run a comb through my hair. I looked almost human. Time to locate a service counter and find out why I was in Houston.“Oh, Mr. Hamar,” the nice woman said. “You were supposed to connect here to a flight on to Chicago. I’m afraid you’ve missed that connection.” I looked at the ticket that I’d bought on-line as the first.