''''He reaches below for a flask to which he asks, you mind if take a nip?''''No, not at all I say.''''A pretty young woman shouldn't be out on the ro...d this late a night, he says.''As slides his hand on to my knee, ''you think so I responded?''''Yes he says,'' as he slowly rubs my thigh.''Well a girls gotta do what she's gotta do to get home, I say.''''That's right he says, there are ways to appreciate a ride home and I'm sure we can figure something out, right? he asks with a smirk on his. Her body was lean and toned without sacrificing the grace and elegance of the fairer sex. Still, she giggled and adopted a shy, reserved attitude at school, if only to keep the rumors of “dyke” at bay, long golden tresses done up in a playful ponytail or down, licking casually at her shoulders.Thankfully, all of her focus on unsexy thoughts, deep breaths and visualizations exercises that’d make Tony Robbins proud had kept other things at bay and as the bell rang for lunch she stood with a. I was motivated to get my score up, embarassed that he got so many. I poured myself another glass and started chating with people. After about a half an hour, I was talking to this girl I'd never seen in school and it turned out she was a freshman at college. Her name was Amy. She was funny and smart. She was only eighteen and in college. That's how smart. She had long, raven hair, blue eyes and nice red lips, retracting to an almost single line when she wasn't smiling. Medium height, slim hips. He hadn’t been with her at the time of her death, he’d gone home exhausted for a little sleep, and he still hadn’t forgiven himself for not being there at the end. Her sisters had been with her, though. He was at least thankful for that, but thinking back on it now, the guilt from having gone home for rest and not being there for her at the end may well have been the cause of the terrible insomnia that followed. After we’d talked about her, I felt the weight of obligation had been lifted from.