“How could you be concerned about me? You don’t even know me!”“Easily rectified. Gabrielle Libertine. My friends call me Gabby,” she said... sticking out her hand with a warm smile. When he didn’t respond, she smirked and continued, “This is the part where you tell me your name.”Sighing, he replied, “Ken. Ken Dix.”“A pleasure, Ken,” she said as they shook hands.“So… Gabrielle, eh? You supposed to be my Clarence or something?”With a playful gasp, she responded, “Oh my God! Does that mean. ?You look beautiful,nobody will think you are anything other than a teenage girl.?I tried to relax, but I wasn?t doing a very good job at it. At one pointI saw the driver of a car next to us looking over. I don?t know what hewas looking at for sure, but at least he wasn?t laughing or pointing.We got to the restaurant and two guys hurried to either side of the carto open the doors for us. I carefully turned and got out of the car,refusing to meet the eyes of the one holding my door.I was scared. Wir hatten uns schon manches Mal darüber ausgelassen, was wir am liebsten mit den Mädchen machen würden, waren das doch wirklich hübsche junge Dinger mit geilen sportlichen Figürchen ... Und so sagte Max vorsichtig: „Was wir mit denen machen, bleibt uns völlig überlassen. Wenn du dem Kleinen mal an die Wäsche gehen willst, steht dem nichts entgegen. Ich hätte auch schon Lust, mir die Mädel einmal genauer anzuschauen.“ - „Och, ich würde es nicht bei dem Schauen belassen“, ergänzte ich. Seitdem. Don’t get me wrong, I’d loved my girlfriend, Jasmine. But there was always something missing with us. I always felt so bad about myself, so inadequate to be her boyfriend. I was 20, but I felt like I was in my 40’s. That is, until I met Kevin. Jasmine and I had been dating since our sophomore year at college. It was great being with her and getting to know her. She talked about herself, a lot. I mostly just listened. I thought she was so interesting. There was always something she was hiding.