I was talking to Zach for a second, when I looked around, and there she was. Charlotte, the girl of my dreams. Zach told me she was going to be here, ...ut she never comes to any parties like this. I didn't exactly believe him."Zachary, my friend, you know who that is?" I asked him as I pointed straight towards her, majestically."Someone you're going to be in 7 inches deep with by the end of tonight? He said with a sly grin on his face."Hey, careful, man, she's a teen princess," I said. My goal isn’t to educate people about Asperger’s. I enjoy reading stories on here where I feel like the characters are real and somewhat relatable. While I know not everyone knows someone with Asperger’s, I feel like the only way I could write a romantic story well is from Asperger’s perspective. Ok, enough of this rant, you want more of this story. Again, thank you Valphund and Tigersman for helping with editing. ***** Keith wakes up still depressed about how the previous night had ended. He. Debbi held her palm up to hisnose. “Doesn't that Arab guy's spunk smell nice!” Now it was Gary who was lost for words. “Yes, Igave him a handjob on the dancefloor. Although he stuck his finger up my asshole, he didn't oncetouch my cunt. It's desperate for some attention!” She'd never called her pussy 'cunt' before, but shewas in full slut mode now and it just seemed right.“I know that guy, Ali.” Gary said. “His father is the cousin of a Saudi Prince and he owns a bigimport agency. He's up here. She put her other hand up to her neck and eased the shoulder of her dirty red silk dress down. The dress was dirty but the edge of lace he saw was crisp and clean, to his pleasure. He liked a bit of lace but he preferred it clean. ‘I am hungry,’ he answered. ‘For food,’ he added. ‘My honey,’ she drawled. ‘If you are hungry, you had better eat.’ ‘Do you have a stew I might have?’ he asked. ‘If you can spare an half hour, you can have a chop.’ A flick of the eyes at the ramshackle staircase.