’ He nodded his head, returning my grin. ‘Good evening Benny.’ He noted the two cups I was carrying. ‘You and Mr. Grant workin’ late again...’ I grinned. ‘How’d you guess Ben?’ He shrugged, amusement lighting his eyes. ‘Just lucky, I s’pose.’ I laughed. Benny was seventy if he was a day, and the biggest flirt in the building. I made my way to the elevators. As the doors were closing, a hand reached in to stop them. My heart slammed into my ribs, and I almost dropped the coffee. I guess I. " Then why did you agree to go out with him?" she asked.I lit a cigarette and shook my head. "I don't know. I just did. I gotso caught up in feeling like a woman that I couldn't say no. I guess itwas all the attention he was giving me. It really made me feel good aboutmyself and I didn't want it to end, so I said yes. But I didn't mean it."Mom took me by the arm and said, "I know this must be very confusing foryou, but I'll go out on a limb and say you're excited about, it too. AmI right?"I. It was a distant memory, but growing closer. But Iwas scared by him, and confused. He was a new face, aninteresting face, and a new human. I wanted to hug him and killhim. He turned to me. "Gemma, it's so good to see you at last.Come into the light."I stepped towards him timidly. "My, but you are beautiful. Wouldyou like to strip for me?" In this room of textures and colours,objects and lights, so full of sensation I felt dwarfed andunsexy. But would pleasing him mean staying here? And would. Then I asked her where do you live and her house was around 2-3 km away.From that day we started meeting in the evening for 15-20 minutes. Gradually I started discussing erotic scenes from movies. She said that such things must not happen in movies. Most of the houses are old and have many rooms. Even her house had big room kept for keeping old stuff with 2-3 cots.I always masturbated after meeting her but I had almost no hope of fucking her. One morning I came to know that her parents and.