She was everything you would expect to see in a girl making her final transition to womanhood. Her manner was friendly but cool, and very professional...in the diner. She waited tables as if she had been doing it for years, not the four months she had indicated on her application. Her manner toward me was also professional, but somewhat shy. Often, when conversing with me about topics that were more personal, her eyelids would drop a bit, and I would see the slightest of blushes creep onto her. “Who’s snitching on me?” asked Nancy.“Never you mind that. You have people who care for you, Nancy. They worry about you.”“Yes, yes. I know. I just can’t seem to find anything to interest me. I’m getting emails and texts all the time from every charity on Earth. All wanting money. Or representation. Or… anything. It's too much. I wish I had donated that money anonymously. Such a pain.”“We both know you wanted it given in George’s name. Anyway, ignore them. The Country Club would love to have. I turned the Xbox off and got into bed but could not sleep. I was wired. I was still annoyed. I was frustrated. Thinking back to the events earlier and picturing Lily again. I started to stroke my limp cock and it didn't take long for it to be hard but it didn't feel the same. It wasn't enough. I laid there frustrated and then something in me snapped. "Fuck it" I said.I got out of bed and left my room. I headed straight for Haileys rooms and went straight in, closing the door behind me."Josh?. We started going out 2 months ago, after me having been stuck in the friend zone for well over a year, both of us ended up being the last two to leave a friends house party, and ended up shifting the night away behind a couch. (Shifting = french kissing, in Ireland). For some mad reason, though I had been rejected 4 times before, I asked her out again, and for some strange reason, she said yes. (I later found out that my time at the gym had paid off and I was somehow more desirable thanks to my.