I projected myself into the heroines of the stories I read, or pictured myself being the “poor victim” of the manly lust in the stories written by...men. When lunch time came, I debated locking the door and fingering myself to as many orgasms as I possibly could in my forty-five minutes, or teasing myself by delaying gratification by going to get a drink or maybe a nice, light salad.While I have no qualms about a drink or two on shift, I decided that I’d prefer a nice cup of tea. The little Boho. Besides, I wanted to see whether she was in on the whole ‘gay’ conspiracy.Cheryl beamed a kilowatt smile at me. “I knew you were a good guy when I saw you chatting with Melinda at lunchtime. I thought it was very noble of you to be nice to her after the way she shot you down.”“Thanks,” I replied, walking marginally behind Cheryl so I could follow her directional cues. From the direction we were walking in, it appeared she didn’t live too far from me. “Melinda lives three doors away and we grew. I found myself staring at a fat barely covered lump of pussy flesh. I sat up straight, and without doing so consciously, grabbed my crotch, feeling the rapidly expanding cock. After she resumed her work I got up and went to my bedroom where I picked up a little, bent-wire and rubber band sling shot which I’d made a couple of days ago. The ammo for the sling shot was tight folded paper bent into a U shape. I loaded the sling shot and let the missile go at her broad ass. She let out a loud ouch. ’ ‘I – I’ll try, – I guess.’ ‘That’s my girl. It’s time for me to see those little beige panties. I know you really want to show them to me.’ She allowed a small smile on her concerned face. ‘I hope you like them, they cost Henry a hundred dollars and he hasn’t seen them.’ ‘My hope is that he never will.’ George stood over Jackie’s feet. He reached down and grasped her ankles, one in each hand and slowly raised them to his waist. As her legs were elevated, her skirt fell down around her waist.