‘Let me get some pj’s out of my drawer.’ Ten minutes later I had showered, shaved, and dressed in a pair of flannel sleep pants. I knocked on my...bedroom door. ‘Jean, ready for some wine?’ ‘Give me fifteen more minutes and bring some up.’ ‘Okay.’ The next fifteen minutes dragged along slowly, but finally I opened the bedroom door. There were no lights on. Instead she had spread around half a dozen lit candles. She had turned down the bed very neatly. Dressed in a red peignoir and translucent. "You have no idea. She will be the Queen Bee for her Junior and Senior years. She is dating every girl's wet dream." I call bullshit on that one."She gave me a smile when she found I was serious."You are the sweetest guy. Thank God you have no idea how you touch us. Just keep believing you are a regular guy, and you can have anyone you ever want. Don't become one of those ego-driven douche bags that think they are God's Gift." She got a strange look and said, "I would actually like to see you. "Wait, Kyle. Aren't you still seeing that Emily girl?"I press my head to the back of hers, letter the tip of my penis rest against her asshole."I was never seeing her, I was fucking the bitch. I use her for her pussy."Emily was a white, brunette, 18 year old girl I'd been hooking up with. Like I told Trace, I'd been fucking her. Just that. I didn't like her, she wasn't very attractive. But being a girl who wasn't very attractive or likeable, she was way too eager for someone to like her. So she. I listened a lot, I said 'I see your point, ' all that shit, it's what mediation is. But here? I mean, they can think together but they just won't?" You seemed to accept that rather rapidly," he pointed out."I wasn't getting anywhere, and I wasn't going to," she said. "All I was doing was getting her even more worked up. That's another one I've seen before, lots. People get emotionally caught up in their ideas, trying to be reasonable scares them. Didn't you see how upset she was getting? Her.