I couldn't answer her, so I just stayed silent for over a minute."Are you kidding me? You were coming to see me, weren't you?" she questioned, gawking...at me.She didn't get her answer, so she stepped towards me. "You stupid hussy. I came to you yesterday, but you shot me down. Then like ten hours later, you want to have sex with me? Why, just because it was the middle of the night?"I shed a couple more tears. "No, I'm pretty sure it was because of the guilt bomb you dropped on me," I weeped."No,. . parental... to the rest of the cast and crew. He was not in the current of their lives.It is a mistake, he thought, to get involved with campus productions after you leave campus.The basement was dim; Ben stood there and let his eyes adjust. The doorway to the dance room exhaled hot humid air, ripe with sweat and pancake makeup. All the oxygen had been leached from the air and every breath was hot and empty. Ben pushed his way through the crowd on the dance floor to the coat room. By some. In fact, he didn't really want to leave. He wanted to see if she looked like the pictures in the magazine. Shit... Oh, Shhiiiiittt... her full rounded breasts looked as though they were going to burst right out of her sweater. He had to see what they looked like naked. Visions of her cunt and ass washed through his mind. He had to see what her little pussy looked like... and her ass-cheeks... "Wellll, Johnny. Is this the way to treat a new girl friend? Or would you rather look at the pictures. Lacking any kind of confidence or ability with women, he envied the men in them; envied their seemingly infallible ability to persuade seemingly reluctant young women to shed their clothes and have sex with them. So somehow the nonsense with the figurine wasn’t the nonsense he’d thought. Except that had no confidence in his own ability to emulate those men.Then there was the one further complication. “But it’s Gina,” he said to the man.He got the feeling there was a smile lurking beneath the.