"I hope not. I'm tired of playing that and it's way to cold outside." I said taking my shirt off. He comes closer to me and his body gently hits me ag...inst my naked stomach. "What?" I take a step back keeping my guard up because I don't know what is going to happen. I turn around and face the lockers hoping he would go away but instead he comes closer where his body in merging with mine. He wraps his arms around my waist and gives off a sigh in my ear. I place my hands on his arms and run them. I was happy to hear that and kissed her on her lips.She playingly pushed me to her doors and her naughty looks were playing me crazy.I bid a goodbye to her and went to my hostel with heart in heaven.Those three days were like three years and all these days i was dreaming about nothing else than fucking her all life,and those dreams of having sex with that once-in-life-beauty was extraordinary.And eventuallly it was friday evening.I couldn't handle this excitement anymore and around 6pm,i went. She was wise enough to take a pillow from the sleeping quarters to sit on as they resumed their journey. Her destination was not far now and she wondered if the Kid would linger a bit longer with her to see if she was adaptable to her new surroundings.Two new passengers had taken the place of the honeymoon couple and they were both dressed in some French style fashions with lots of sweet-smelling perfume that made the entire interior of the coach reek with female enticements. It was a drastic. I dated some, but when things began to heat up and point toward the alter I disappeared. I had a goal and I stuck to it. Nothing got in my way. I learned to live alone and to like it. And so, it was a real shock when my sister called last year and dropped the bomb shell. She was broke with no place to live.My sister, Chris, had been married for 20 years when one day, out of the blue her husband keeled over dead. Just like that, with no warning he dropped dead. Of course, I went to the funeral.