I pegged him to be in finance based on the way he was dressed. He wore a gray suit, a black buttoned shirt under the suit-jacket, and matching color t...e. I was always a sucker for a man in a well-dressed suit, especially so with one as handsome as he. His dark chocolate complexion was lustrous and I couldn't help noticing how light the color of his eyes were. He definitely was having an effect on me.As more and more people boarded the train I was slowly but suddenly pushed towards him by the. I stayed in my room for the rest of that night. For a while I vowed to never talk to him again, but realized that going that far was just dumb. I woke up early that morning, just slightly before six. It was really dark so I turned on the light. During the course of the night I had changed into my PJs. Which was always the same thing, pink tank top and some form of athletic shorts, the real short kind. Since it was winter, I was freezing my ass off when I awoke. My nipples were so hard they. Davis, your daughter is right, our families are very muck alike. We love sex and we don't apologize for it. There is nothing better then taking a sweet young thing to your bed, and having your way with her," Frank said, as he searched around the room with a gleam in his eye."Patterson, I guess you're right, too, I don't apologize for loving my girl, and as for your son, well, we will see." I can understand how you feel, but I think I have an idea how we can prove that we mean your family no. 'Moving swiftly on... ' Annabelle interjected, 'what is your most embarrassing moment?''Being thrown out of a cinema when I was seventeen for giving my boyfriend a BJ, and then being barred''Last one, how much would you charge, if you were a prostitute?'Wendy giggled. 'Well, as much as I could get away with''What's the lowest?' Annabelle asked her.'I dunno, twenty-five quid I suppose' Wendy replied airily, plucking a number from the air. 'Unless he was really good-looking or a really good.