‘Jesus,’ he gasps. ‘You don’t look so good.’ ‘What are you talking about? I feel amazing. See?’ I take off my sunglasses and force a smi...e, but even that feels physically draining. ‘Good night, I take it?’ he asks. ‘My friends are fiends. I’ll just leave it at that. They like you, by the way.’ The statement appears to startle him almost as much as my appearance does. ‘I’m sure I’d be happy to hear this if I knew them…at least, I don’t think I know them. Should I? Okay, how many of them are life. " No, Erik. That is most definitely not what they say. The saying is ... once burned, twice shy. And, mon amour, thou best not tempt me or thou shall knowest the pain of true love's burn."Her eye narrowed in mock haughtiness and she arched an eyebrow at him as she gazed at his reflection in the mirror."He seems so devilish, so cocky. Erik is normally so reserved, so proper. I wonder just what has gotten into him this morning." That sounds most Shakespearean, ma chère, and positively piques my. You are still stunningly attractive and I notice other men giving you admiring and lustful glances. You prepare to get off the escalator causing me to walk in to the back of you, and my hardening cock makes contact with your backside. You glance behind you as I apologise, and I notice a tiny sexy smile on your gorgeous face. ‘Down boy’, is all you say, but those words have the exact opposite effect on my manhood, and I have to slyly adjust my trousers so that my erection is not noticed by all. She loudly said Hi now.I turned back showing her the fear on my face and said HI. She directly asked me what was wrong with me and why do I keep staring at her everyday.I didn’t know what to say and I replied: “Don’t take me wrong, I just like the way your hair bun is so I keep staring at it”.She thanked me and told that it feels uncomfortable for her every time I stare at her and started going away. I stopped her and told I won’t repeat this and apologized. She said it’s okay and asked my.