’ ‘I hate your guts Frank, I really do.’ ‘I know, but you cannot live without me.’ ‘It is not that I cannot live without you. The problem...is my father will not let you live without me. I am sorry, he had to drag your parents into this mess, but those are the facts as I see them.’ He thought about this for a moment and then smiled. ‘Ms. Caruso, you have finally won a point. That is exactly how this match has been made. If I leave, I lose, because my parents are in jeopardy. If I stay, I lose,. “Where are you from?”I told her how I’d just moved to the town, leaving my girlfriend pursuing her career near London; how I was sharing a rented house; and generally those little things that would make it more than a fuck. I already knew quite a bit about her of course. She asked if I’d had a lot of girlfriends, but not anything about Christina, and she wasn’t feeling needy, so I felt it was cool.“Do kiteboarders always have tan lines like this?” she teased, stroking over the large pale. I sat across from him while he smoked, like we had done so many times before. We made small talk, Game of Thrones, television, action movies, drugs, alcohol, the meaning of life. That one stuck. Unfortunately, it stuck all the way to his second cigarette. I sighed and said, “Let’s go inside.” Again, he made a little smirk. A hot smirk, though. “I’m cold,” I said by way of explanation. He just pulled out his key and walked inside while I followed. Our discussion continued into his studio, where. I love my mac but it’s also lovely to knob-rub completely undressed. At my window, spending several hours going up and down on knobby while girls walked by was my favourite week-end practice. Seeing local girls, girls from work, girls I knew was extra special, jerk jerk jerking like a real perv and shooting spunk down the wall, then seeing Her next day at work, in the shop, in the pub, is lovely guilty pleasure. One time I had this little spot where I could look through the fence and girls.