“I’m going to Mandy’s, Mom”, said Angie as she hopped off the chair, making her tits bounce. “We are going out, so I will be home late, if a... all”, she said as she grabbed her bag and headed out the door, not saying a word too us.Lisa grabbed my hand again and led me down the hallway to her room. It was not what I expected. I thought she would have a proper girly room with stuffed toys and pink stuff all over, but instead it was dark with reds and blacks and posters of metal bands on the walls.. The girls went to Lucy's room and I snuck back upstairs to my apartment. My head throbbed, like a massive hangover after a night of drinking cheap tequila. Pitching forward into bed, I fell unconscious.Dreams came to me; slowly coming into focus like the light of the sun becomes clearer to a diver ascending from the depths. In my dreams, I was climbing stone stairs. Drums boomed out the cadence as I marched out of a torch lit staircase. The crowd roared in anticipation as I stepped onto a. A lump began to form in his throat as I covered myself half heartedly. I could feel my nipples growing ever harder as we stood there in silence for a few moments. “I just needed the bathroom,” he said as he scratched the back of his head. “Okay,” I said innocently as I uncovered myself and began rubbing the soap into my body again. His eyes began to widen as I seductively lathered my slender body up. A noticeable bulge began to grow in his pants as his eyes wandered up and down my nude body. . I had discovered that the less you lied or tried to deceive a woman, the more likely she would trust you over the long haul when it really counted. That was true even in those cases when we both spoke different languages and our means of communication was by sign language and close personal control. Those times when my relationships with the opposite sex turned sour was due to other more gut wrenching nuances like an unexpected loss or illness and the influence of some other factor that was.