She asks me to grab something from above, something she doesn't really need. I reach over her to grab it and hand it to her, a big smile on her face.... It's still an hour before we open. No one else is here yet."Hang on, don't move."She freezes. I lean down a bit and smell her hair."intoxicating. Damn it smells good."She's kinda surprised I like it, it's not her favorite. Doesn't matter. I place my hands on each arm, a warm chill runs through my body, my cock hardens. The sexual tension. I wake up, I feel uncomfortably familiar with my body, and then pain anddread all at once, I felt the need to pee I look down a see her cutelittle bush pubic hair, a strange longing comes over me it use to besuch a pleasant sight, but now it felt like a lack of something, so bareand blank. I stand, slowly and get my bearings look around, shorts, ashirt I'm good to go. I pull the shorts up and realize how high they'llgo now the put on her shirt, why'd it have to be a bit to small then Irealize. ‘They drive me crazy sometimes you know. I want you relaxed, not feeling like you’re about to be gang raped at any moment.’ ‘Most men wouldn’t care, even want it.’ ‘You aren’t most men Joker. I saw that the first day we met.’ Her voice was soft. ‘Do you believe in romance Joker?’ Did he? He had never considered it before. He’d never written some girl a poem or brought her a rose. He had never taken anyone for a walk in the rain or spent the afternoon reading poetry to a gal. Still, he found. Though long gone, you have not been forgotten!]Sonny's life had been a colorful one. He'd been born in a little town in Oklahoma, to a roughneck father who worked on oil wells and a mother who did her best to raise Sonny and his three other siblings (in spite of an often drunken, and abusive husband). Eventually, Sonny also worked on oil drilling rigs until he and his father had a falling out and Sonny left home, rarely to ever go back.Sonny ended up going to California and he did some.