He pushed her down and hovered over her, eying her from top to toe, loving her hard nipples as they stood erect for him. He started to lightly squeeze...them, earning a groan from the girl."Aww is someone a little bit aroused?" he cooed."Y-yes," she managed to reply in between breaths.He smiled and grazed his fingers over her breasts, loving the way she shuddered at the cold feeling of his finger tips running over her naked chest. It was more than hot for him, having a girl half his age wanting. What am I getting into?" I decided to say nothing for a while, realizing that silence is sometimes more important in communications in Japanese culture--compared to American culture in which we feel a compulsion to fill in moments of silence. I just nodded quietly. Erika began to cry and I wasn't sure what I should do next. Should I try to comfort her, or wait? I then realized that Erika might be more Western than many Japanese women. Usually, Japanese women are much more reserved with. By the time Jerry had everything ready, there was a crowd inside the little room and standing at the door. I tried to focus my mind on anything but was what was about to happen and noticed this older biker looking man staring into my eyes. As I was staring at him, I noticed his hand at his crotch and he was rubbing on the outside of his stained and torn jeans. Then I let out a huge scream as the needle pierced my left nipple. All the people watching either applauded or laughed, except for this. “Is this guy currently at the camp?” I asked. Amy nodded her head up and down. She said she liked the guy, but that he was always preoccupied with other stuff and that he didn't’t seem to notice her. I reassured Amy that she was a beautiful young lady, very attractive and that she should just give it some time.“He’ll eventually notice you,” I said. “Sometimes, guys are just blind to the obvious. Be patient.”Amy seemed satisfied with my encouragement. Amy thanked me for my words of.