She looked at me as if I were fabio, making interesting faces like she was having an orgasm. Then, she said "Oh my god... it's so hot in here..." and ...tarted taking off her pants. She took them off right beside me, down to her blue thong. I, being a virgin, was rather aroused, but tried not to let it show. She got really close to me, her breasts nearly touching my chest, and said "Does this make you uncomfortable?" I replied with "Extremely!". She backed off a bit and seemed hurt that I hadn't. Finally, I settled on sex. When in doubt, think of sex. I've never been laid. Masturbated, sure, but never sex. I've given a hand job and blow job or two, but those don't really count 'cause I didn't get anything out of it.I imagined some nice stud feeling me up. I'd want him to first fondle my breasts. Foreplay is important, you know. I would give him a hickey or two. Then he'd take off his shirt and I'd see how he was build like a Greek god. He'd reach down and finger me until I was wet. I wondered what the hell that was all about.General Bashir had gone crazy, sending as many as fifty messages a day. I had been right that they were testing different communication methods to see if anyone would bite. Now loaded with false confidence that his systems were secure, he was communicating daily with the terrorist groups.The Virginia massage parlor and strip joint that sent the threat about me was given new contact info. It was only a stroke of luck that the EIT group had been. Was David going to walk in from his trip, take one look at me and demand to know who had been boinking me (his favorite term for the human sex act)?I had a wonderful tired feeling from my night of lust and passion. I was preoccupied with these guilty thoughts as I went about a few errands around town. I would say that I was on a cloud, but each time I got out of the car and took off at my usual fast stride, a quick twinge between my legs slowed my step. No matter what anyone tells you, three.