Their lips met in a hungry kiss, fuelled by all the frustrations of the previous nights encounter."I want you," whispered Rick when they broke for air... His hand once again found the curve of her breast and she moaned when he caressed the flesh, pinching her nipple painfully."I need you..." The words almost choked her as desire continued to wage war with common sense. Oh God, she wanted him. Her body was screaming for it after being left aroused and unsatisfied a few hours previously.She. Then, as Soames gaped, she yanked open the shower curtain, and there was Bronte, naked, steaming water rolling over her heart shaped face, her full lips and the sculpted breasts....and she was BALD. Well, there was a little five o'clock shadow on her head.SHIT. Soames was about to spin on his heel and leave. On his second parole, Soames didn't need to be locked up again on a sexual assault charge. But Ed grabbed his arm.Soames turned warily around, expecting Bronte to scream...and she was, but. He thought about it for a second, trying to visualize what was on the other side of the wall, when it hit him, it was the women’s shower room!!! A little guiltily, he dropped to his knees and peered into the small opening to see if he could make anything out! If he held his eye just at the right angle, he could see the lower part of adjoining room, but because these walls were cement block, he had about nine inches of brick to look through, which really limited what you could see!!! Not wanting. He had a brilliant smile. He didn't tower over me, luckily. I was 5'9. We did everything together. Played video-games, went swimming, and watched action movies. We did all this things at his house, so I could avoid my dad. I had never had a boyfriend, and was not a virgin. My father made sure of that. I had read online that sex was supposed to feel good, but my father was rough and he hurt me. He never did anything for my pleasure. When I tried to resist, he...he whipped me. Hard. I knew Peter.