Lets have sex. Mark: What!!! Angie: Think about it, when we go back home we can tell all our friends we had a romantic one night stand with a perfect ...tranger. Mark: Yeah thats a great idea. One minute i got another idea. I went inside, i found my cousins friend at the bar. Id met him before on numerous occasions, hes real cool, and i told him my prediction… Mark: So can you help me out. Jim: Of course you lucky bastard. He gave me a few of his rubbers( he had plenty, he came prepared for the. I left them on later while I cooked daddy's dinner."Hi sweetie, how was school. Soccer practice?" Good daddy," I answered as his arms engulfed me in his normal welcoming hug. "You smell nice." I do?" Uh huh," I answered even as I realized I'd never really noticed daddy's odor, his scent, his maleness before. Not this way anyway. "Are you using a new aftershave? Deodorant? It's nice... manly, sexy." God, what did I just say, I asked myself silently."Same old, same old sweetie. And do I smell. "Well on one hand it feels kind of good... like fun and exciting you know? Almost like an adventure.." "And on the other hand?" he coaxed me to continue, still running his hands along my body. "I guess on the other hand I feel ashamed or humiliated or something... Boys aren't supposed to wear this stuff, know what I mean?" "Yes I do know what you mean. Society has taught you from a young age that you are supposed to dress a certain way, act a certain way. And that doing anything different makes. Fiona was very good to me from the outset and agreed I could stay as she knew I couldn't go back home.Over the next six months i pretty much came and went as i liked and Fiona was happy as long as i handed over my board each month of £150 quid.Also in that time I realised what a bastard Alan was. He'd be constantly pissed and always bumping work to go on massive benders ending with him turning up back at home and abusing Fiona. Not by physical v******e but just calling her a fat bitch and a.