She’ll go far in life, that lying little ho. That pert little bosom of hers was out already, she had done most of the work undressing herself.She wa... so eager once she got in my room, you would think she owned the place. I thought she might waste my time with her Summer Reading, “Daniel Deronda” or Michelle Tea or whatever it was. Such a sweet mouth though. Kisses like strawberries and cream. Neat little licks. We were on good terms, it was nice she could be a little liar and I could take her. At first there was no answer when I rang the doorbell but, just as I was about head off, the door opened and Tom's mother looked out."Hello Kevin, how are you?" Hello Mrs Winterburn, I'm fine thank you. Is Tom home?" He's just gone down to the shops, but I think he'll be back in a few minutes. Would you like to come in and wait?" It wasn't as if I had a busy diary filled with people vying for my time. I accepted and Mrs Winterburn ushered me inside.I followed her into the kitchen, and there I. Soon he was coming in right at 9pm every night and it was just me and him in the salon. He liked it like that. One night, he came in and told me that he saw me through my bedroom window the night before. He told me that he had followed me home and watched me watch TV in my room. He knew I had a daybed and that my walls were painted lavender. I was a little weirded out, but didn't think much of it. The next night he came in, he was very happy to see me. I had on a pair of dark blue. A while prior to this era, I made a post on CL just for kicks. The ad was polar opposite of what typical guys would post on there: I'm the guy of you dreams and pussy-panhandling bullshit! I didn't do that. I was straight up and to the point about what I wanted and expected. Surprisingly, I got a plethora of replies--somewhere in the 20s. Most of them were older women. Chell came along when I decided to give up dating all together. She hit me with the "just be friends" type thing. I ran with.