Oh shit... she's looking right at me. "Can you play that thing?" She pointed at my sax. I smile. "Yeah." I wait a beat. "I like your shoes." Yeah?" sh... lifted her foot, looking at her shoe... I could see the scared, but not too old red bottoms. Side note here. So the shoe thing is a hard one to overcome. If a girl will show you how worn her red bottoms are, you can fuck her. Here I was on a train with a girl in a short skirt lifting her foot to show me the bottom of her slutty heel. She was not. And keep your blindfold on."E: "Ok."B: "Call us when you're ready."E: "Ok." When I was waiting in Bart's bed untill my cock went flaccid, I was getting a bit sad about the turn of events. All those feelings of humiliation, shame, inferiority and desperation were getting me numb. I felt unsure, hollow and bedraggled. Not knowing what I had to think. I started to cry silently and forgot completely about the expectation to show them getting a hardone again. I was torn away from my worries when. Nothing was going on, and most of the staff was out doing their last minute pre-Christmas things, whatever they were.The weeks just past had been hectic ones, and they always were for pulling the Christmas issue together, but now that the issue was out, there wasn't much to do. The next week's paper, right after Christmas, was always one of the smallest of the year, and they'd already gotten a good start on it, seeing as how it'd be another one-day paper, so even that wasn't going to be too. Angelic-like, her curly hair stood out from her head, and the lamplight shined through the outer parts of the curly hair like flames, forming a firing halo. The wet fog engulfed them, clutching their bodies.Oddly excited, the young man stared as she undressed. Seductively, she peeled out of her clothing. She was short, almost tiny, but her breasts were ample and appeared—buoyant. In the dim light, he couldn’t make out much, but could tell her skin was exceptionally dark. She had a slim waist.