.." she said before again getting cut off."Nor do I, so what is stopping us?" he almost pleaded."I am thirty-odd years older than you for a start and ...hen um...we are different." You are very obviously female and I am male and the age thing does not matter," he said as he continued to argue his case.Cornelia was weakening and she most certainly wanted him between her legs, "Look, let's just take a day or two to think about it," she said."Why? What is there to think about?" he asked.By now other. "I looked at Debbie in confusion."Delivery? From where? Brooklyn?"Debbie grinned at me. "Not Brooklyn. There's a bagel shop just around the corner..." Wait a minute!" I interrupted her. "A bagel shop... ? In California?" Of course," she said, wondering what I was confused about. "There have been bagel shops here for years." Years?" I asked, not believing. I could still remember thinking about how somebody could make a fortune by opening a chain of bagel shops on the west coast back when I was. But I had mixed emotions. As reality hit me, one feeling was of being very scared of what would happen if I did jump out of bed and make a scene as I was thousands of miles from home. The other feeling I had was of intense horniness and sexual curiosity. I had cay/bi thoughts before the trip for about a year so maybe this is why I didn’t scream out. I was probably still drunk with the relaxation of inhibitions that brings. And the sights of the pictures in those magazines. As I rolled onto my. I do up my jeans, grab my bag and say goodbye to Becki heading off home. When I get home I say a quick hello to my mum who's finishing off her dinner, before heading to my room. I toss my bag and get out my phone. Sending the video to Marc. I throw my clothes off and jump into bed. A few minutes later my phone buzzes, it's Marc;'No fucking way man!!! Ok I believe you! Holy shit!!' I lay my head back with the biggest grin on my face and fell asleep.---I woke up Friday morning to a few texts from.