You are a good man. You are kind, gentle, you make me laugh and I think you are the greatest Mr. Tommy! Besides, I have had like a major crush on you...since I was like ...um....9 years old." I stood there silently taking in everything she was saying. My heart was racing with lust and desire. All I could manage to say was, "really?" She then told me about how sometimes she would watch me cut grass in just my shorts, from her bedroom window, and how when she did that her you know what would. Slowly I removed my clothes and put them neatly on the back of the chair. Iunpacked my suitcase and filled the drawers. Then I lovingly opened my secondcase - the one that filled me with excitement and anticipation. But first - tothe bathroom.I ran that long, hot bath and used the sachet provided by the hotel. The scentof flowers filled the room as I submerged myself in the steaming water. Ireached for my razor, and, after soaping my legs, ran the razor in long, firm,strokes up each of them. I. I wondered if he was in the same situation I was in, like-kind tools of the sister goddesses.[Vaguely similar to this -- you get the point, no pun intended]Grueling my way through the high school experience I hated the first time was not fun. If you know too well the reality of supernatural goddesses and realms and have to take mandatory classes on religion it just doesn’t get more boring. And then there was the locker room and having to take showers after gym class, getting teased about the. “How the fuck did you expect me to take it, Rob? One – you’re black: by rights, you shouldn’t even be in this country. Two – you’re sterilised: how the fuck would we ever have children? ‘C’ –sterilised or otherwise, you’re not allowed to marry white girls: that’s the law. Five – ” and Alison was speaking more stridently now, “what the fuck does ‘love’ have to do with getting married anyway? And how the fuck do you know you’re in ‘love’ with me, just from fucking my ass? We live in an.