“Oh! ... Ah! ... I just walked and ... and I would love you to walk me home”, she stammered. He unlocked his bike and whether it was pure gratitud... or just because it was the thing to do she gripped his fingers. He smiled and returned the squeeze. By the time she arrived at her neat home, she was in a sweat for this was the first time that a man had walked her home. Her mind raced what should she now do? “Do ... do you ride far?” she gasped. He smiled. “It is not that far Elga”, he replied. “It. I look in the mirror shocked at how beautiful I look, the black dress holding me firmly and swaying softly around my legs, the sparkly necklace tight around my throat and dangling down my chest stopping just between my breasts, the matching earrings sparkling behind my hair as I move. As a last touch I apply some cherry lip-gloss pick up my camera and take a quick picture of myself looking in the mirror before I head downstairs. I find Jim in the kitchen pulling a can from the fridge; he looks. My boyfriend said that because Asians looked good and always looked young, he could have sex with the girls if they said they were 18 all together. she dressed quickly and walked out. After 20 minutes, two girls stood at the door. They were only 16, so sexually competent, but said they were 18. My boyfriend who had opened the door completely naked and let it see him, let them touch his dick while in the door. It quickly became hard again. They asked about how long it was and how many people it. Perhaps you’ll attempt other means or creativity: painting, building, knitting, but activity will leave you unfulfilled. The itch will eventually pass, and you’ll remain hollow. I miss Her, to be quite frank. I yearn for Her gentle and persuasive power that would often flow through me, sometimes a soft and thick glow of clover honey, and other times a river of fire that burned me at all hours. I miss the nights I could not sleep for the words that made me tremble, that weakened me for all.