It is my boyfriend that keeps saying no.”“You know I want to, but I am not willing to hurt everybody else.”“You need to grow some balls.”“...n two lifetimes, nobody has ever accused me of that.”When we are finished, we notice her mom’s bedroom door open, and they are on the bed half-dressed, fooling around. Dahlia grabs my hand and pulls me back into her room. She pushes me onto the bed and attacks my pants, doing her best to tear them off.“Stop ... We are both filthy. You and I worked the. . that's all good. Purely self-indulgent fantasy. Probably something I dreamed at night.Then I realized that there have been a lot of times in my life where chick-friends showering just sort of ~happened~ around me, so the idea grew. And now I'm kind of drunk and wrote one the mid-early chapters in a ... [looks at story map] ...thirty-part story???God help me.Watever. the start 'n end of it all came to me today, so I made words and thought to put them here. I have to use my account for. They got the small talk out of the way. Before he knew it she was down to her undergarments. He saw a lot more of her bosoms now and she had his boots off as well. She reached in and removed his vest and then his shirt so all that was left were those pants and his t-shirt and boxers. She grew wildly more excited. “Mmmmmm, this is what I’ve missed” she told him as she reached for his inner thigh. “Oh yeah, me too” he said and told her to not stop stroking him where she was. Before too much. Someone had tapped my shoulder and I turned around, only to see a couple of metres behind me free of people. Once I felt anoter tapp on my shoulder I knew. I knew who it was. Turning quickly this time I landed a punch in his ribcage. “You never understood a joke, did you, Grumpy?” he said. “What are you doing here, Mouse? I though you were still in the States.” I said seeing my friend Mickey's face. We used to call him Mouse (not only for the obvious reason). “Just got back today. You know a.