Just my luck. Josiah Xavier encouraged me to man up and talk to Stacey Winston, the gal of my dreams. Well, I decided to do just that. One day, I appr...ached her at the campus library and we had a nice chat. She wasn’t what I expected. The gal wasn’t just beautiful, she was wickedly smart and actually friendly. To my immense surprise she told me she used to live in Brockton and found Boston to be a bit stuffy. Well, that was cool. We sat there talking for over an hour, trading stories about life. The fuckin bitch was wet and slimy as hell…and that just got me super horny!It was still just 6:40 am, and not many had woken up in that suburb of Chennai. So while entering her apartment stairs, the devil in me conjured up a wicked plan. I stopped her, kissed her hard on her mouth, and told her to walk up the 2 floors to her apartment in just her tube top and running shoes and nothing else on her sweaty smelly body.She smiled at me and winked and then slid down her shorts right there in the. “No - No, please - not here…”He withdrew his mouth and looked at her with an unimpeachably earnest expression. “Somewhere private?”If Gabrielle had been looking for a get-out clause, she let the moment slip. She simply nodded in response.He guided her across the lawns, past a fountain full of frolicking near-nude vampires and a statue against which a cute fairy was offering up her ass to a pumpkin-headed scarecrow sporting a large erection. She knew where Lucifer was leading her before they got. So wonderfully different. It's as if you sensed and understood my trauma and made allowances for that. I didn't see why that was but now I realize it's because not only did you have a very strong feminine side deep inside you yearning to express itself, but that you loved me! I know it's not nearly enough to say this, but I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry."She too was sobbing now. She held me tightly; we rocked gently back and forth, and I distinctly heard that small voice in my mind.