I slip my arm around you and pull you close for a moment. "When you look like this, I can't believe I am the man who gets to take you out!" I say soft...y. You just smile, but your eyes sparkle in the evening light.The restaurant is nice, very well maintained (and patronized), but straight out of the 70's, with dark panelling and big curved booths, upholstered in dark red leather, wrapping around the walls of the dining room. I have picked the restaurant because its usual customers are a bit. I’d better start again. I’m Gwen and I’m twenty-two years old. I worked for a couple of years after I left school in a local hotel and then I decided to go to college and now I’m studying Catering and Hotel Management full time. Greg was on the same course [well, still is] – he’s good looking, only twenty-one but an empty vessel, straw in the wind and content-free! I’m well rid of him. ‘What do you want, then?’ asked my mum, one Friday towards the end of the Easter holiday, whilst she was. As the weather warmed Steven took to working in the garden bare-chested,he was sinewy and pale at first but as the summer drew on, his torsobecame tanned and his muscles developed. Abigail sometimes wonderedwhat it would be like to let the boy have his way with her. RobertBrinkley had been her age, maybe a little older, when he had taken hervirginity in prison and since then she had only ever been with older menduring her monthly sojourns to Manchester.She fantasised about finding Steven. This feels great. I have nothing to be ashamed of about my body. As a matter of fact, I'm pretty darn good-looking. That's what people always say to me, at least. And the way that my Tiger sometimes looks at me shows that... No. I can't think like that. I can't think of how he plays freely with my body and tells me all kinds of wonderfully kind things. He's such a charmer. If I listen to him, I'll just end up back on my knees with his big fat cockhead in my mouth. Again! I mean, er, penis head,.