Whatshe couldn't understand is why would anyone in their right mind wouldwant to have sex with a guy? All that hair, and that bulk and that lackof su...tlety in their body and that utilitarian shape? Bleah! Then shethought about the softness of women, the soft hair and the soft curvesand their legs, their breasts, their butts...Then Marilyn felt a slight throb and swelling in her panties. Itreminded her that once, she was like that guy that tried to pick her upjust now. But that seemed so. I told them that if they believed his stories, then Bob would not be afraid to just talk to me.“Tell Bob, that all I want to do is talk to him. I will be near his car in the parking lot after school.” I stressed; “Just talk.”I was walking to my class after lunch when I heard shouting coming from one of the side corridors. It sounded like Jess had good mad on. Then I heard the sound of a slap.Jess was on the floor crying and Bob was standing over her with his fists clenched.“You’re my girl now. ‘Why property?’ Ariana asked. Bobby turned and looked at her with a smile. ‘So you can help design your dream house,’ Bobby told her. Ariana looked stunned. ‘But you don’t love me,’ she murmured. Bobby and his father glanced at each other and his father stood up. ‘I’ll leave you to discuss things then,’ he said before leaving the study and his newspaper behind. ‘I want you to be happy Aria, it’s as simple as that,’ Bobby said before Ariana could say anything. ‘I know you didn’t pick this, I. Each one popped apart under my skilled hands and I ran my fingers up her arms until the fabric fell away from her shoulders. That sexy black bra she’d sent me pictures of her wearing before covered her round delicate breasts and I reached out to cup them in my hands before undoing the clasp in the back. Feeling my hands rubbing the top of her chest she let out a small gasp that gave way to a subtle moan. She was enjoying this-good. Happy I could make you happy—and that’s when I looked behind.