"Like Bram Stocker's?" you say. Your lips quirk.Her smile grows genuine. "That's right. I'm the bride of Dracula!"You laugh, relaxing. "So does that m...ke you German or British?"She winks. "It makes my parents addicts of Victorians literature." Good God!" you exclaim right on queue, and she giggles. Your courage soars. Make it or break it, this is your moment. "So, what are you doing tonight?" you ask her, holding your breath.She shrugs, making the hair shuffle over her breast. "Just hanging. That was the most interesting of the gay themed stories he told me. Overall, since he wasn’t homosexually inclined he didn’t pay much attention to it. Tyler had by now been dating his girlfriend for at least 3 years (I didn’t check the exact date) and they seemed to be going strong as ever. She doesn’t go to my college instead going to the big Division I school in the area. I would very often walk into the dormroom seeing Tyler on his phone facetiming her. It also happens that she is the. ”“No. I understand very well. Ok so a cab can pick you up at two thirty?”“Better make it three o’clock.”“Ok three it is. Tell me…what do you make as a waitress … total?”“With tips around two hundred, maybe two-ten for both days. Why?”“No reason. I was just thinking that’s all. Hey it’s late. You better get going.”“Ok … Well goodnight. I’ll see you in the morning.”“Diane?”“Yes?”“Where do you live?”“In the village.”“Perfect,” said Becky smiling, “just perfect.”“What?”“See you in the morning. She sat on the floor and spread her legs wide.“Fuck me, Mister Hunter,” she purred to the mirror, imagining Mister Hunter standing before her. She slid the handle of the hairbrush over her landing strip and spread her pussy lips with it. She moaned as the handle rubbed against her slit and wet lips. I shouldn’t be doing this, she thought, but she couldn’t stop. She coated the handle with her juices as she pushed it in her cunt and pressed it against her clit.Moaning, she thought again of Mister.