Drunk or not, he was still biggerthan me, by a lot. And he didn't like me too much, either. "Uh, Igotta go, if you'll excuse me-" He didn't excu...e me. What he did was put his arms on either sideof me, pinning me to the coke machine. *I don't believe this?!!* "Aw,come on, honey, what's your name?" I'd had more than enough, and the leather I was wearing was makingme bold. Or stupid. Besides, I was scared out of my wits. I get realweird when I'm that scared. "Valerie," I said. .. I think he needs..." Your man seems less of a man because he still feels dominated by women," Julia finished again."If I ever see his mother again!" That won't solve anything, and you know it," Julia chided. "Mary, I think the key may be to make him realize what you need and how badly you need it. He seems eager to provide anything that you need." Well ... yes, that's true. But how do I let him know without seeming to order him to do things?" That's the conundrum, isn't it?"Imagine Julia's. “I suppose you just got majorly banged by Mike.”“Well...”“I knew it! You’re such a slut!” Lacie said with the beginnings of a smile starting to creep across her face. “I suppose you are still leaking from it.”“What can I say... It’s sorta inevitable.”Now smirking. “Slut, tramp, bimbo. You know you really got lucky with him. I’m really happy for you. Love ya lots and lots!”During this exchange, they had both pulled their heads back enough so that they were face to face, a few inches apart. Lacie. She was built with a thin boyish figure and had a completely flat ass with narrow hips. She had a short hair cut and she stood around five-foot eleven inches tall, with B-cup breasts. R approached me at a paddle club outing wanting to learn how to roll her kayak. I agreed to help her learn to roll, and it was a plus that we both lived on the same side of the city so the distance for us to meet was fairly close. We became sort of friends but never did anything outside of simply paddling.