”“Huh? Whoa! What’d you do?”“I talked to Mark Worthington with an idea I had, and then chatted up Wendy Hayden, Senior VP, Investment Analyt...cs Division, Bank of America. She committed five-hundred big bucks to help spur development. It’s a loan. For that, BOA wants to manage the IPO when it comes, and Mark was happy about that tradeoff. They also gain a guaranteed two percent stake in the whole shebang plus what they buy beyond that at the IPO, but all that’s variable depending on how much of. Carefully, you have positioned your body so I am pressed up into the corner of the carriage. You are blocking the view as much as you can, as your fingers push up inside, caressing the moist internal walls of my sex. I tighten my thighs, welcoming you, moulding my soft spongy flesh around your digits. But just then I feel the tube train slowing and people start shifting to get off. We shuffle sideways to let people out. Your fingers slip out of me, although you leave my zip undone, my panties. I admitted never. Another beer and the men were now sharing they were bisexual and the bus station was a good place to meet people that might have a little time to kill; like tonight. Being a very sexually driven 19 year old, if some lass had come by who knows what I would have done. But I was stuck in the Columbus station with no place to go for the foreseeable future. The men suggested they knew some ladies and they would be happy to introduce one to me; as long as they could watch. One more. She lived in the next block, less than 100 yards from me. She was able to relax me and we seemed to get on well. So we ended up meeting, once or twice a week, at the shop around the corner and talking at the corner on our way home. Amongst other things, she disclosed that she had been initiated into a bikie gang, and was sexually active. I did not know if I should believe her. I admitted my total virginity. After a few meetings, she told me that a friend of hers had seen me naked at the front.