It’s not something I should really talk about. I only told you I did it because you asked me to.”“You’re always honest with me, Yankee. That�...s a credit to you. I’m guessing she did OK for a first-timer. You’re a good teacher! But I think we need some serious practice ourselves tonight!”“Love making? Or were you thinking of being a bit more wild?” I smirked.“We’ve only made love for a long time. Tonight I want you to fuck my brains out, Yankee!”“As you wish!” I replied happily.The phone rang. Finally she broke the silence first by saying “Uh.. S-sorry..!” and running off down the hall. I instantly put on my clothes, went back to Tommy’s room and went to sleep, traumatized by what happened. The next morning I woke up early as usual and decided to go talk to Casey about last night. Hoping she was 1) awake and 2) not freaked out about last night, I knocked on her gently ever so gently and waited a second. I heard rustling and then a few seconds later Casey opened her door and. . cheeks burning.. I take your arm again, prepared to follow you to the ends of the earth if I have to. Tyson: I rest my hand on yours again, and lead you down the hallway. We reach a room and I slide the card in the door. It beeps and I open it, leading you inside. The lights are dim, the shades open to the window… ‘Make yourself comfortable.’ I say as I take my suit jacket off, and walk for the stereo, and put on some soft music. Lucy: I sit on the couch.. cross my legs.. my dress falls open. I chose the chefs salad and a cheese burger with fries and a coke.While lunch was being prepared, Lorrie and I walked in to the larger part of the airport lobby. We spotted a bored looking young lady manning a desk in the middle. There were several dozen people in the waiting area involved in quiet conversations. The name tag she wore gave her name as Rosy White. I introduced myself and asked directions for the meeting room we had reserved."Hi I am Rosy White, Airport Information Specialist. I.