Drive about half way to her house when she tells me to pull over. “I really want you in me” she murmurs “I want this night to be unforgettable. ...ake out with me so I have something to look forward to later!” she almost dives on top of me and jams her tongue in my mouth I move my hand up her shirt and to my surprise no bra was preventing me from grabbing the firm gorges breast that I love to grab. I could start to feel her clit to get warm even through her pants. Her hips started to dry hump me. A horrible nightmare.Yeah, I knew what I'd done. I'd been an asshole. It didn't drive her away. It only made her more interested.I thought back to every time I'd been a nice guy. Everybody knows the cliche, "Nice guys finish last." Everybody thinks it's so fucking cute to say that. It's not cute. Nice guys are driven within an inch of homicidal rage whenever they hear it, because too much of the time it's too fucking true. Nice guys might take an early lead, but their niceness always trips them. ’ ‘Got to make my southing,’ she thought, putting Robin out of her mind. ‘If I don’t make my southing now I’ll have to buy it at bank-breaking prices later. I’ll trade Diesel for distance, though it’s a poor trade.’ She moved the throttles forward, and Dread Sovereign’s motion quickened, the easy scend and dip now becoming a pitch-and-roll. Darker now it was, and the wind picked up. The needle on the anemometer telltale (I don’t trust all-electrics, she thought, they get wonky just when you. ? ? ? ?What was a parent to do? That was exactly what Brad and Randi did. They sat down with the key teachers, four men and a woman, and put all their cards on the table. By the time the meeting concluded, it was agreed that Brandi would spend the next weekend with them, having her attitude adjusted. To assure that she would not suffer any serious injuries or have permanent scars on her near perfect body, Brandi's parents would also attend as observers. Promptly at six in the evening on Friday,.