I had stopped the van about a mile from the house. Cut the box carefully with my pocketknife, and was attempting to ease the flap open when *Boom* it ...xploded, not a large explosion, not noisy, just a small one.It was then I noticed that my hands were covered in blue paint... "Oh Shit!" I rushed the van to my house ran in to remove the dye. It would not wash off. "Shit, shit, shit..."What was I going to do. Honesty was my answer. I drove to her house grabbed the blue splattered box, and headed. Nurse your drink. Don't let the waitress take it. Never say yes to a stripper the first time, always say no. If she looks pissed, then dont' get a dance from her. If she is cool, she is on the table. If she is cool go to her tip rail to show interest. But wait til the night is further on before you say yes, otherwise you drop too much money. If a girl sits and talks with you a bit, make a judgment call, but still lean to saying no first, but if she sits and talks with you say, "Not yet, still. It was little trouble to find apartment 'B'. There were just two apartments on floor five. The door to 'B' stood open and Cate was standing at the door with a great smile on her face. I dropped my case and took her into my arms, our lips met and stayed that way for some time. Eventually our lips were back in our own possession but only after a few encores, shorter than the first but nonetheless enjoyable. "After that greeting I don't know if I should feed you, Jack or take you straight to bed.". She was so sexy in that tight t-shirt and shorts. Her nipples were visible. I kept on staring at her for a few seconds. Then I got in. She welcomed me with some orange juice. Their house was good – a 3BHK house with an open terrace.Around 9 pm, we had our dinner. I kept on staring at her while I was having dinner. Luckily, she didn’t notice that. She was still wearing that tight t-shirt. I seriously was getting a hard-on. To get rid of that, I went into the bathroom and masturbated. I was.