They talked and talked – opera. She was an opera buff of the first order. She had seen Die Fledermaus eleven times and she was only twenty one years...old! She loved the food and he loved her erudition.Yes, she was very pretty. Wonderful figure, delicate facial features – small turned-up nose, big green eyes, and of course, the legs. She wore the obligatory little black dress set off with a neat intricate gold necklace and matching earrings. Lovely girl, and much too young for him, he assured. Lost in his thoughts he didn’t notice class had ended and the object of his obsession was trying to get his attention. “Dmitri?” He heard her sweet high pitched voice and turned to her and smiled. “When do you want to do the project for next class?” “I’m free now... do you want to get it over with? We could go to my place.” he asked, with a small plan forming in his mind. No one would be in his home – they would be all alone. Perfect. “Sure, lead the way.” Phoenix smiled and gathered her books. One guy seemed to be on the longer side maybe eight or so inches and uncut with rather a slender shaft, while his partner was much thicker and cut with about six or seven inches but both men were taller then I and on the slender side with me being rather plump by comparison. as I watched they both seemed eager to show off and one motioned for me to come closer.. as I got to within arms reach they positioned them selves almost opposite of each other with me in the middle, I reached out to touch. Fran is telling me she's fallen in love with you." Oh," I said, not knowing what else to say. "Uh, she doesn't have much experience at this, does she." It wasn't a question, it was a statement of my belief.Samantha was shaking her head. "No ... you're right, she doesn't. I take it you don't feel the same way?" I don't exactly know how I feel," I confessed. "I really like her and there isn't anyone else I want to be with. I guess I'm still thinking she's out of reach. She comes from a big family.