"Look, Carls, I'm sorry I broke your window." She gives me this funny smile, which I understand because it wasn't a real window and it's such a trite ...hing to say."It's okay Sam, really. I'm sorry my window broke your hand." And she takes my hurt hand lightly and strokes it with her thumb. And although it hurts like hell, it makes me feel better and I don't want her to stop. And I could let it go there, but that's not who I am. I don't know when to stop."No, really. I'm sorry I got that angry.. "You really don't have to. There are lots of boys out there who would be happy to have you on your own terms." You're different than I thought you'd be." said Melinda suddenly. "I thought you'd be some sleazy bitch, but you're not. Well, I mean you're slutty..." she blushed. "but you're not ... I don't know ... not like Jennifer said you'd be. I don't understand all this." she said sadly.Buffy smiled. "Look, men and women have been having sex for hundreds of thousands of years, and some people. As he kissed me the other fellow pulled the tie strings of my bikini bottom and pulled it off. He immediately started humping my ass. He then said to his friend why don’t we take her down to the basement and put her into the swing, that way they could all take turns with me. It's apparent Doug mentioned the swing to them knowing I could be well used once I was put into it. My kisser asked if I would enjoy that, I said of course I would. We then went to the basement and they put me into the love. You look just like the kind of man I would have a lunch-hour rendezvous with.You have been planning this for a few days now. Both of us had wanted to fulfil this fantasy badly and now that we could finally afford to splurge on the room, there would just be no stopping either of us. The whole morning at work, you called twice and left a few messages telling me exactly what you would do to me during lunch. It made me completely lose track of work but I couldn't care even if I turned the whole.